Today I bring you good news of great joy for all the people. Hark the herald calico sings.
Be it known: there are no plain cats. There are mutts and mysteries and marvels and mackerel tabbies. But no plain, boring cats. There are, however, “plain brown tabbies.” And, fortunately for our kitties, there is also a Plain Brown Tabby Toys and Treats.
I think most of you know of Jacob, the amazing 10 year old who is a huge fan of cats, and Tabby’s Place. Jacob has a heart of gold and we have had further communication with him.
Clearly Sabrina saw something. Judging from her elated-bordering-on-overwhelmed-with-euphoria face, we can assume it was something sparkly.
There are various things you need to thrive each day. You can get your riboflavin and selenium and calcium from Centrum. But for a certain vital element, you’re going to have to come to Tabby’s Place.
We’re all a little extra-zingy right now. This is the time of year in which perfectly sane people display 10,000 individual sparkly icicles and blown-glass pickles and 18′ tall Harley-riding Santas at their homes. This is the season when prudent, placid people do dangerous things like drink egg nog of unknown origin and sing threatening […]
For once, I will keep my mouth/keyboard shut, as nothing I could say would add to the perfect tribute below. Thanks to all who have been praying for our old battle ax in his final days. The following was penned by Jonathan, for Nuttin‘s faithful sponsors.
Plenty of kids love cats. They love them and squeeze them and mush them and sometimes scare them. But it’s the rare and precious mini-human who loves cats way down to his depths. Rare and precious, clearly, is Jacob.
It’s not often I receive an email containing the words “I want to eat your soul.” Fortunately, this message was not from an online dating site; it was from Tabby’s Place alumna Chickadee.
I’ve always thought Thanksgiving is the purest holiday. The cats agree. Our reasons differ.