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 […]
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.
Do it. Call me “greedy.” I’m not daring you. I’m not seeking absolution. I’m delighting in it. Do it!
The dimwit world does not understand genius. The superficial society does not understand accomplishments. Trifecta understands.
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?
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.
Twenty years. It’s the lifespan of a fortunate cat. It’s the approximate length of a Meat Loaf song. It’s childhood, with a little extra padding. It’s the age of Tabby’s Place.
Everyone knows we only take cats from hopeless situations. Everyone knows we only take cats who need us like the ocean needs the moon. But you should also know: we only take beautiful cats.
We have not provided Oysters Rockefeller. Fairy stories about cold pizza remain myths. Yet Ash experiences every experience as a love letter.