It’s not easy being born with eyes like maple syrup. You can’t stop hoping there is breakfast on the far side of the long, long night. You can’t stop believing life will someday be sweet, despite all evidence to the contrary. You can’t get unstuck from your own good heart, even if you try.
Sometimes it’s time for a redo, an update, a refresh. And, we’re not just talking kitty litter, folks. We’re talking about leveling up for cats’ sakes.
“Extensions are unlikely to be granted.” This is bad news when it comes from your Chemistry professor. This is far worse news when it comes from a crowded animal shelter. But Merv didn’t watch much news.
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
Spend time with cats, and you will believe in more than you ever believed before. You will believe in a friendship bigger than family, and a family big enough for all of us. You will believe in the power of a “plain brown tabby.” You will believe there are no coincidences.
We all know that tummy trouble happens when we eat too many sweets at once. But, what happens when three ultra-sweet cats all land at once in the tummy trouble suite at Tabby’s Place? More Toasted Marshmallows: The Tummy Trouble Edition.
The Cake is no gateau, fancy and fussy. The Cake is not a croissant, all buttery ego with no weight. The Cake is a secret recipe, but he is sharing one crumb at a time.
Here. You’re here, and that’s what matters. We’re calling you “the kids,” our kids, the Lebanon kids, the loved kids. It is the ultimate honor to be here with you.
By request of Oliver, we need to bring back an old-timey expression. Oliver is not just flirting with you. Oliver is not just gazing at you as though you are the universe’s greatest achievement. Oliver is making eyes at you.
Some days are next to impossible. But, all I need is a day at Tabby’s Place to set everything to rights again.