Franklin, my dear
He was loved once. He was loved, so we can’t be angry.
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Power Pants
“A volunteer will refine the prototype for Antin‘s pants this week.” Find me another place on the planet where this sentence was just spoken, and I will give you my favorite velvet scrunchie.
Compatibility
“Not compatible with life.” I have been thinking about this phrase a great deal lately.
Guest post: The littlest “cats”
Editor’s note: If ever you chose the right day to land gently upon our blog, this is it. I am giddy and grateful to introduce you to Allison, although that is an impossible task. She is a Tabby’s Place Board member. She has a heart so golden, it can be seen from deep space. Our […]
Arthur is not doing well
It is not fair. There must be a way around this. If I can just find the right address to send my letter, the right department to ship my prototype, we can fix it.
Call me greedy
Do it. Call me “greedy.” I’m not daring you. I’m not seeking absolution. I’m delighting in it. Do it!
Three strikes
The dimwit world does not understand genius. The superficial society does not understand accomplishments. Trifecta understands.
Silver gold Valerie
How do you become an icon? Do you vault over peasants like potatoes? Do you leap neighbors like toadstools, excelsior ever upwards? Or do you curl as small as a shrimp, pink with secret poetry?
Invitation + Epilogues: September 2023
The Tabby’s Place cats voted, and it was unanimous. October is the best month. It’s Tabby’s Place’s anniversary. It’s so spooky and shivery that “cuddling cats” becomes non-negotiable. It’s when the world turns the color of processed cheese.