She’s going to be okay, because she has to be okay. I am talking about Patches. I am talking about all of us.
It’s better that we don’t know in advance, don’t you think? If you told us, in May 2024, which cat beds would be empty in May 2025, we wouldn’t have had the strength to bear it.
We should have known better. Feline leukemia virus is not “nothing.” We, of all people, should have known better. But when the choice is to know better or to know deeper, we choose to dive.
“The harvest has begun.” Jonathan has said this before. Jonathan will say it again. Each time, he sounds as amazed as if it were the first time.
All it took to draw the first cat to Tabby’s Place was for there to be some portion of a building. Flash forward to building Quinn’s Corner, and the initial finding was proven true again.
The taro plant is a tuber, like a sweet potato or a yam. But there is a reason your Mee-maw never made a taro casserole with melty marshmallows. The Taro cat would not abide it.
You know how the weather announcer predicts tomorrow will be partly cloudy, but then tomorrow decides to be partly sunny? This is nothing like that. This is also exactly like that. We have an updated forecast for Sunday, May 18th.
You have never met anyone who was not scrappy. This is as true for the shining ones as for the ragamuffins. Beneath the softest fur or the smoothest life, you will find a small creature who had to be brave. But sometimes, you can see the seams.
Every day at Tabby’s Place is eventful. This is especially true when the cats host big events for the public.
Have you ever stopped to think about the fact that you have a name? Have you ever fully appreciated that you do not share your name with lunch meat?