It was the hardest kind of day. It was the kindest kind of day. It was one of those days. You know those days.
What’s squeeshy and sweet inside and blackened on the outside? Toasted marshmallows, or cats, maybe both. Let me explain.
Nothing rhymes with “orange.” However, “orinch” loosely rhymes with “Grinch.”
Nobody wants an unclear diagnosis. When it comes to cats, there is one very clear diagnosis that absolutely nobody wants.
Everybody needs a comfort buddy. At Tabby’s Place, thanks to the Comfort Buddies volunteer socializer program, these abound.
Cats smile, just not with their mouths. And, Heidi grins with her entire body.
Trent insists that you get to know all (or more) about Tabby’s Place, and, of course, about him too…and maybe some of the other cats in residence.
None of the cats at Tabby’s Place has won an Academy Award for best song, nor anything else for that matter. It’s not for want of trying.