Forever loved: The Inscrutables
This can’t be right. We are Tabby’s Place, after all. We are the Place that saves.
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This can’t be right. We are Tabby’s Place, after all. We are the Place that saves.
Editor’s Note: Are you ready for this? I mean it, dear ones. Take a moment. Collect yourself. Make sure you are prepared. You will need your spacesuit, because your heart is about to go stratospheric. You will need your industrial-sized box of tissues, because your ocean is about to overflow. And you will need your […]
Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.
Do you ever contemplate the cosmic fortune cookie? Do you ever squint between the folds of the galaxy and try to read the words? Do you ever leap around like a photon simply because you are here at the same time as marmalade kittens and moonbeams and coffee?
We love naming cats, but we know they have their own unspoken names. We love calling cats, but we know they call themselves something more beautiful. We know cats keep their secrets, but every once in a great while, their name and our name are one and the same.
“She’s very funky and puts out weird vibes, but she’s a sweet girl when you actually pet or interact with her.” I love it when my coworkers write about me on the internet.
“The one who pays the piper calls the tune.” – classic idiom “The one who loves the Piper hears music all day.” – Tabby’s Place “I accept compensation in the form of Venmo, Velveeta, and infatuation.” – Piper
It appears that, contrary to our entire cultural education, being beautiful is not enough. It may get you a Pixar prince. It may splash you larger-than-life on the billboard. It may even offer you the opportunity to “influence.” It will not get you adopted.
Fergie enjoys being enjoyed. So do I, when I’m honest. You only get to be a Valentine when you’re honest.
We’ve been awaiting you. We’ve been preparing for days. Can you smell the heavenly aroma?