Tabby’s Place has a veteran diva worthy of the great opera houses of Sydney, Australia, Milan, Italy, and New York City.
Love has no coupons to give. Love knows nothing of discounts. Love asks everything, but somehow, it does not leave us empty.
If you could see the face of everyone you have yet to love, would you want that preview? If you knew how much love would ask of you, would you choose it anyway?
I would like to thank the unknown genius who named the invisible moon “new.” Selena would like to thank the moon itself.
Oh, Tabby’s Place family! Every cat is galloping with gratitude like never before, because … YOU DID IT!!! But this begs a question. What have you done?
Anyone connected to Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary comes to understand that every story eventually becomes a sob story. Many stories begin that way too.
Whether you are an action hero or an armadillo psychologist, your day will come. There will be no mistaking it. You will be asked to stick your neck out.
Every cat at Tabby’s Place is fervently favored. One was Farvently Farvored. No, Officer, I have not been drinking while blogging. Well, no, I can’t exactly walk a straight line. But I can explain.
It’s starting to get awkward. We really need to order Jamie’s business cards. People are asking. People are getting impatient. (People are proficient at getting impatient.) But Jamie can’t decide on her title.