Mystic loves pizza
OK, I completely made that up. We have no evidence that Mystic has ever loved, eaten or had access to pizza. No evidence except…well, when Mystic’s ginormous self hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore.
UltraViola
Ring the bells, round up the hounds and bring your pappy to the barn dance: it’s time for a blast from the past, of the Southern variety. There may be just one of the original eight still at Tabby’s Place, but today we hear bell(e)s ringing and rejoicing from Ringoes to Raleigh.
(Lady) Grey’s anatomy
Oh, boy. That post title is going to attract a horde of screaming McDreamy-smitten souls who are about to be disappointed in a big way. Nothing to see here, McDreamyites. The topic today isn’t frisky doctors; it’s cat ear canals. Which is, in my humble opinion, a good deal more exciting anyway.
Guest post: To love a little lion
Every once in a while, I get an e-mail that reaches through the computer screen and grabs me by the heart. You know the feeling: a fellow spirit connects over the ether and ”gets it” in a way that takes your breath away and restores your faith in humanity. Dr. L is such a spirit, and […]
Thoughts from Larry: Finding love
You know those ads that show happy, twirling couples who met through eHarmony? Well, today we celebrate a match made through this very blog…and (literally) in Heaven. Volunteer Larry, take it away…
Tish tosh
There are many, many Tabby’s Place-isms that old Mr. Webster (this one, not the best of the Websters) would never put in his dictionary.
A touch of Grey
In a sunny little corner suite, Tabby’s Place is blessed to host a garden of steel magnolias, golden girls as sweet as Betty White but as “suffer-no-fools” as Bea Arthur. Thay may be sweet as maple syrup, but make no mistake: the old ladies of Tabby’s Place are no strangers to tough stuff. Matter of fact, […]
Old acquaintance
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff. While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
Hanz & Franz revealed
Well, my friends, you wondered, you asked, you e-mailed me, you guessed… …and, amazingly, every single one of you was wrong. Hanz and Franz are not who anyone thought they were.
The fightin’ Phillie
Felis Catus family, I’m afraid I owe you an apology. But, more seriously, I’m afraid I owe eight kittens an apology.