Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: The Stuff of Dreams
Poop is the stuff dreams are made of. This is the literal truth for Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers. Seriously. Also, ew.
Poop is the stuff dreams are made of. This is the literal truth for Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers. Seriously. Also, ew.
Aries approves of people like you. Aries approves of people. Aries approves of you. Aries approves.
A great sadness has fallen over Tabby’s Place. The cat who lived and loved beyond limits has crossed beyond our sight.
Do you ever lay awake, wondering if you’re doing your part to promote world peace? Will history show that you took a stand for sympathy, empathy, and shrimp scampi? No? No problem. Uni is personally handling the situation.
FIV (Feline Immunodeficiency Virus) can be a fierce foe. Yet, it stands no chance against the warriors of Tabby’s Place. In naming cats with whimsy and joy, the virus’s teeth can be pulled one giggle at a time. Although, truth be told, not all of the giggles have anything to do with the cats’ names.
“We are stardust, we are golden, and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.” – Joni Mitchell “What she said!” – Canary and Archer
If you and I went to Paris, we would probably buy some berets and souvenir Eiffel Towers. If Elton went to Paris, he would blow his spending money on brie and eat it all before boarding the plane.
Not everyone you meet will find you interesting. Fret not! You have the undivided attention of Earth’s most interested individual.
Before you can go any further with this blog, you must answer a riddle. What is not a ring, but you can wear it on your finger? It’s not a worm, but it can wriggle into your life when you least expect it. It’s more common than the portobellos on your pizza, but it takes […]
“You want to throw me Taylor? He’s right behind you.” This might not be the strangest statement to be overheard at Tabby’s Place.