The highest bough
They could have died. They would have died. They are currently pursuing their favorite hobby, Not Dying. You might say the holidays came early for the merry gentlemen.
They could have died. They would have died. They are currently pursuing their favorite hobby, Not Dying. You might say the holidays came early for the merry gentlemen.
If nobody saw your celebration, did it really happen? If there were no witnesses to your wonderful time, was it real? If you live every day like a holiday, but you keep it under wraps, is it still a gift? Take it from the Undercover Enthusiasts: yes, yes, and yes.
No one gets out of November unscathed: not you, not me, and not the star-crossed onions who gave their lives to surf your Aunt Lurlene’s green bean casserole. Elections cause feelings. Thanksgivings cause feelings. The last chrysanthemum falling to the ground? The poet trees turned naked as prose? Feelings. Feelings. Feelings. The only cure for […]
You never know, at “hello,” how deeply you will love someone. There are inklings, to be sure. But the last hour of friendship knows secrets it cannot tell the first. Today, I cannot tell you how much we will miss Rashida.
At Tabby’s Place, we believe “beautiful” has a billion faces. “Stunning” is an accordion file with infinite pockets. But the cat whose name means “handsome” has a face like no other.
Yes, we’re going there. No, there is not some other Olive here. Yes, I believe there is a person in the Tabby’s Place family with a big enough heart to break our hearts.
Someone once said, “If you want to know who somebody is, watch what they do when there’s nothing to do.” What do they do when it’s too early for the movie? What do they do in the waiting room with no magazines? What do they do on an extended stay in Suite D? Ask Mr. […]
Far be it from us to call a cat a turkey. But, hypothetically, if we had to assign a Tabby’s Place resident that title, Anka would be the winner. We want you to win, too. We want you to break our hearts. We want you to adopt Anka.