How the cookie does not crumble
There are orange collared cats, and then there are orange frosted cats. There are final warnings, and then there are new beginnings.
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There are orange collared cats, and then there are orange frosted cats. There are final warnings, and then there are new beginnings.
Luck is fine, if your aspirations are modest. Luck may win the MegaMillions. But luck is far too little for a kitten.
“With a name like that, shouldn’t that guy be missing an eye?” “Is ramen really a legitimate pillow?” Human beings ask a lot of silly questions.
If you have never spontaneously exclaimed, “I’m as slaphappy as a shamrock!”, my condolences. This is incontrovertible proof that you have never spent time with Hibou.
When you have been the most loved, you have the most to give. When you have been the best loved, you are the best one to love. But when “loved” passes into past tense, you may feel like the last living creature on earth.
“I wish I could be a Tabby’s Place cat!” “In my next life, I will be a Tabby’s Place cat!” “I’m ready to move into Tabby’s Place! I’ll use a litter box!”
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.