Happy endings do happen – even for the dorks and downtrodden. Charlie Brown does get to hold hands with the little red-haired girl, even if Lucy never lets him kick the football. William Hung does get a record deal, even if he’s not on anyone’s list of Greatest Vocalists of All Time.
There’s one thing that just might give us all grey hair before our time at Tabby’s Place. Kittens who won’t eat.
It’s hard to get the recommended daily allowance of certain nutrients. Vitamin D. Fiber. Cuteness.
In ancient Israel, a person’s name carried great significance. Families bestowed names with meanings like “Yahweh is Salvation” or “God Strengthens.” In modern-day Tabby’s Place, a cat’s name carries great significance. Staff members bestow names with meanings like “frosted confection” or “woodland rodent.” Or “angry celebrity.”
I hope you’re sitting down, because I’m about to make a shocking statement. Not everyone is nice…and not every cat is nice. Life, for that matter, is not all hee-hee/haa-haa. (Or, for that matter, Ha Ha Hee Hee. But I digress)
“Bikini season” is a foreign concept to felines. Muffin would be especially puzzled by this case of foolish human beanery.
Helpful hints and shortcuts are a big help to a busy life. It seems our cats have been reading Real Simple, because they’re doing their best to simplify…the laundry.
You can cram a lot of starshine into three and a half years. That doesn’t mean three and a half years is anywhere near enough.
Tabby’s Place is blessed in many ways. But as of this afternoon, we are woefully short in a key commodity: cats whose names end with the seventh letter of the Greek alphabet.
Be it known: Tabby’s Place cats will no longer settle for just any old cheezburger. Now that they know about Das Burger and The Bravest Man In All The Land, their standards are permanently raised…through the roof.