Maybe they need therapy. Then again, when you’re in (stereotypical) therapy, you – the human bean – are lying on a couch, right? So maybe living under the couch is Eloise & Lady Grey’s way of telling us they think we need therapy?
We’ve previously pondered the intricacies of naming cats. Some names are cute, some are goofy, and every so often you’ll meet a cat with a name so perfect that it ought to be retired now that it’s found him. So it is with Tex.
I’m really starting to hate the phrase “not out of the woods yet.” I don’t know if China‘s found some nice wooded sunbeam to nap in, or maybe a woodland stream full of trout, but she – or rather, her medical situation – likes “the woods” a bit too much for my liking.
Is 11 the new 1? Is age just a number? Might the kitty fountain in the Community Room be the actual fountain of youth? Beats me, but clearly the unimpeachable Peachy is just getting better with age.
It amazes me how, often, a cat who lived as the ultimate wallflower in a suite of 17 rowdy roomies will bloom into a quirky, gregarious creature once you put her in a smaller pad. No kitty displays this phenomenon better than our Raja.
If there’s one thing more disturbing than an “evil” kitten, it’s a missing kitten. For that reason, sweet-as-pudding Steve wins the “most disturbing kitten” award at Tabby’s Place this week.
It’s been an exciting week in Adoption Room #2. Those ultimate cat-loving cats, the Chester four plus Cypress, have made a new acquaintance. If only he didn’t find his new roomies so, well, stimulating.
An evil kitten? Of course not. That’s a ridiculous question. Right?
It takes a special cat to introduce herself to everyone in the building at once, without actually meeting them. Then again, Uma is one screamingly special heck of a cat.
When is a terrible phone call not a terrible phone call? When it isn’t the final word.