It’s a dangerous thing to underestimate someone. It’s a literally dangerous thing to underestimate someone like Rogue.
It’s a quote that stays compelling even after it’s been Pinterested to death: “Comparison is the thief of joy.”
March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.
It was one of those stories that gets all the people upset. The cat people. The kind people. The generally-unconcerned people. All the people with real, live, beating people-hearts.
Tell me, please. How is it that you can lose and lose and never be empty?
You can always go home…if home is Tabby’s Place, and you happen to be a cat.
You’ve not heard much about Miss Bea before. That’s not for lack of agitation.
It ain’t our first time at this here rodeo.* We’ve had an anxious quintet from Southern parts before.
It’s my pleasure to introduce you to a new voice on the blog, terrific volunteer Tara. (As mama to Tabby’s Place alumnae Peggy and Dottie, nee Wawa and Kiosk, “terrific” comes with the territory.) It’s my even greater pleasure to introduce you to a face you’ll never forget, Sweet Pea. Take it away, dear ladies…
Two to FOUR FEET! they said. HISTORIC PROPORTIONS! they said. STOCK UP ON RING DINGS AND MOUNTAIN DEW BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE! they said. WE’RE ALL FIXIN’ TO DIIIIIIE! they said. AND NOW FOR A MESSAGE FROM SHOVELS ‘R US!