We never did get to hear him say “hellow.” But Sweetie‘s voice will echo far beyond goodbye.
Tabby’s Place has cared for dozens of paraplegic cats. We have given love by the gallon to cookies-and-cream cats. There have been a multitude of “Misters,” from Mr. Silverman to Mr. Grey to the matchless Mr. Man. But we have never seen the likes of Colonel Mr. Peabody.
The truffles are on final sale, and the flowers are looking a little ragged. The world has moved on to shamrock antennae and Easter baskets. But around here, we’re still talking about Valentine’s Day. After all, this is Tabby’s Place. This is where Fergie and Rihanna live.
Beloved Betty, who told you it was Valentine’s Day? They told you this on August 11th, and October 25th, and December 2nd, and so on. You believed them every time. I am beginning to believe you were absolutely right.
When I am not comparing Gator to Matthew McConaughey or administering squeeze-tuna directly into the mouths of feline celebrities, I am raising money for Tabby’s Place. (This enables us to procure additional squeeze-tuna for feline celebrities. It’s all full circle.) I am called “Development Director,” because “Moneypenny” was taken. This carries the occupational hazard of […]
They say “only the strong survive.” If that’s true, Arnold would have lived forever.
Every month in Tabby’s Place history has been majestic. We are in the business of cats, so it cannot be otherwise. But January 2025 shines in a class of its own. Or rather, its Oram.
If kittens subscribed to breaking news alerts, they would know when there is a freeze warning in the solarium. They would know the latest business forecasts for savory shreds and savory centers. They would know the precise moment they reach twelve months of age and cease to be the center of the world.
You are hereby invited to make history. This could be the greatest Valentine’s weekend in the history of love. But that’s entirely in your hands.
I know you’re busy. There are bills to pay, towels to fold, and rehearsal for your all-bassoon band The Awful Falafels. But if you must skip one thing on your agenda, please don’t let it be Skip-It.