Every day a Memorial Day
Gasp at fireworks. Squiggle veggie dogs with catsup. Frolic through the sprinkler. Give thanks. Just remember: at Tabby’s Place, every day is Memorial Day.
Gasp at fireworks. Squiggle veggie dogs with catsup. Frolic through the sprinkler. Give thanks. Just remember: at Tabby’s Place, every day is Memorial Day.
Editor’s note: Oh, dear ones. If ever you chose the right day to visit this blog, today is that day. You are about to hear from Carrot‘s new mom. You are about to weep and cheer and quite possibly dance. You are about to believe in love more than ever before. XO, AT
It has come to our attention that there is a cauldron of controversy in the middle of our Community Room. Before things get out of hand, Tabby’s Place would like to issue an official statement. Here it is: Eartha does want to party with you.
Horace is porous, which makes him prey for tears. But Horace is porous, which means there is hope for him yet.
Purr, and the world purrs with you. Hiss, and you’ve got a parking space at Tabby’s Place.
I know so little of love. This may seem a funny thing to say from the hub of love that is Tabby’s Place. But the more I learn of love, the more I see how much I have to learn.
Carrot is a root. The first recorded evidence of Carrot is from 900 AD. Carrot contains 73% of your recommended daily allowance of Vitamin A. Carrot fact-checked this message and said, “good to go!”
Her blood glucose was seven hundred. His rap sheet was longer than a CVS receipt. At what point do you cry “uncle”?
You may be a calico cat raising your fourth litter. You may be an adolescent human in a Bluey hoodie. You may be a bachelor of eighty named Eugene Buddle-Lubbers. No matter. If you have loved with a love stronger than yourself, you have mothered.
There is more than one way to be an orphan. There are even more ways to be a mother.