It happens. You smack yourself upside the head every time, but still it happens. And happens. And waits a few years, then happens again.
There have been a multitude of Mimis in Tabby’s Place history. Each one is convinced that she is the Mimi with the tragic beauty, the Bohemian who lights every candle as her own burns at both ends. But only one Mimi takes center stage at Tabby’s Place today.
You come to this corner of the internet of your own volition. We don’t take that for granted. You put up with the ramblings of the insane. You laugh and cry with us. But really, you come for cat photos.
We want so badly to believe that we are The One. They don’t make movies with names like The Power Of The Many. But maybe they should.
So you look like a BoyBucca. So you’re the right age for a boy band. What are you gonna do with all this awesomeness?
It was a stinktacular Saturday at Tabby’s Place. The septic pump failed. All laundry and toilet-time activities were shut down. And to top it off, we were in very real danger of creating fake news.
Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.