Breaking the fast
There was no way we were keeping the name “Chicken.” The Lobby was far too hungry for that.
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Breaking the fast
There was no way we were keeping the name “Chicken.” The Lobby was far too hungry for that.
Epilogues: June 2024
The Pops, Grandpops, and miscellaneous Poppas and Pappys have been celebrated. The mortarboards have been thrown. The Strawberry Moon has set. June 2024 has been juiced to the last drop. The Tabby’s Place cats hereby welcome you to the Best Summer Ever.
Colors set free
That was a real nice draft, Thomas Jefferson. Your work shows promise, dear Mr. Hamilton. But when it comes to Declarations and Constitutions, Rori can take it from here.
Bat flight
You may read all the books in all the libraries, but there are some stories only your senses can tell. The sight of five hundred thousand bats in flight. The sight of a single Bat not in flight.
The signs are everywhere
Far be it from me to recommend theft of federal property. But if you should happen to be in a certain corner of New Jersey, and your screwdriver should happen to fall into a particular sign just so, Erin and I would appreciate it.
Smokin’
The first time I met Smokey, I did not exactly meet Smokey. I beheld Smokey beholding Smokey in the eyes of a beholder. This is the ideal introduction to Smokey.
The multi-billionaire
He would drive a hatchback, not a Lamborghini. He would eat boxed mac n’ cheese, not truffled oysters. But Gomez‘s billionaire mustache will always give him away.
Poppa shmoldie
There have been many father figures at Tabby’s Place. But there has only ever been one Poppa. Maybe two.