See-sore
You don’t need me to tell you that this world is bouncy. The word sounds so friendly until you fall off the seesaw.
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You don’t need me to tell you that this world is bouncy. The word sounds so friendly until you fall off the seesaw.
Rawlings came back, but Rawlings came back. It’s enough to make you twirl your mustache like a cartoon villain, minus the villainy.
There is a sense in which the sun never sets. Race ever eastward, leaping longitudes like jump rope, and you will stay in the light. Nestle in memory, grateful for the days given, and you will stay in bloom.
“Ebony will get adopted before she finishes her quarantine.” “Ebony will get adopted before we can post her online.” “Ebony will get adopted before we know it.”
Darling, dazzling Tabby’s Place family… We knew you were selfless… We knew you were generous… We knew your hearts are made of mercy… But…
There’s a reason you visit this hard-hitting, peer-reviewed, academically rigorous blog. You come here for cutting-edge discoveries and sophisticated hypotheses. You come for Copernican revolutions and challenging concepts. You come for explosive information such as this: kittens are cute.
Editor’s note: If you like hope, joy, and/or smiling uncontrollably, you are in the right place. Thank you to our dear AwesomeAdopters “M+M” for this excellent update on L+L. Yours is the kind of love that keeps us going at Tabby’s Place every day. XO, AT
“New” is notable. “New” makes lists. “New” sells. “Old” waits. “Old” knows. “Old” holds onto keepsakes. You are reading this because you hold hands with “old.”