The Shakers tell me it’s a gift to be simple. If we connect the dots, then, we can see that it must be a gift to be Mervyn.
We try to be pretty open-minded at Tabby’s Place, but some things just don’t go together. Peanut butter and ketchup. Dobro and a ruffled lavender bonnet. Kenny G and my ears. Kittens and The Pit Of Stench.
There are three Adoption Rooms at Tabby’s Place: cozy nooks fit for lucky handfuls of cats. Behind door #3 are the little old ladies. Behind door #2 are Max, Trey and his lady. And behind door #1…well, there you’ll find the wild women of Tabby’s Place.
Where we last left our Show Me staters, something was foul in Denmark the Special Needs Suite. But, Kendall and Hawkeye to the contrary, most of the Missouri delegation have melted in just fine with their roommates. The best example of this may be Icelus.
Cats seem naturally unskeptical. Armed with industrial-strength amounts of awesome, they’re happy to believe each morning that the world is good and hope is real. But when you’re from the Show Me state, you might need a pinch of proof before you give your whole heart.
There are, in fact, some things about Tabby’s Place that are undeniably el Stinko. Actually, they all boil down to one: we can’t rescue every single cat.
It doesn’t get much worse than a world of ”always winter, never Christmas.” On the other hand, it doesn’t get much better than a world of all Winter, all the time.
Tonight, we’ll all see a Super Moon rising. There’s just one thing even more super than this. Tell me true: what’s superior to Supernanny, a supermajority, Super Mario, and even the Price is Right’s famous Superball?
The Mad Hatter famously asked, “How is a raven like a writing desk?” Beats the bananas out of me. But, I can answer this one for you: “How is a cat like the Tunguska Meteor?”
Penny was a funny little girl. She was quite shy when she arrived and could invariably be found hiding in one of the lower cubbyholes in Suite C. She was unobtrusive and easy to overlook until food arrived.