Twenty
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.
On beauty duty
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.
Untidy
We have not provided Oysters Rockefeller. Fairy stories about cold pizza remain myths. Yet Ash experiences every experience as a love letter.
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.
Don’t call it a comeback
Rawlings came back, but Rawlings came back. It’s enough to make you twirl your mustache like a cartoon villain, minus the villainy.
Forever loved: Sunflower
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.
Before we know it
“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.”
YOU DID 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…
Cute, and…
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.