Gratuitous Cat Photos of the Day: “Please sir, may I have some more?” edition
Some things seem strange, mysterious even, for many years. Then, in a flash of insight, they click into place. Meet Mr. Puzzle Piece himself, none other than Oliver.
Some things seem strange, mysterious even, for many years. Then, in a flash of insight, they click into place. Meet Mr. Puzzle Piece himself, none other than Oliver.
Following yesterday‘s final photo, you may be asking yourself one question. Who do you think you are, collecting your jar board of hearts? Well, I’ll tell you who we are (and I apologize for the especially cheesy musical reference there). We are the land of 1,000 adoptions.
This time of year, all sorts of things are available in “limited-edition” styles. Santa napkins. Cranberry bagels. Glitter toilet paper (OK, I haven’t seen this personally…but I’ve gotta believe that it is available somewhere). Tabby’s Place is no exception. With great delight and deliciousness, I bring you the adopted edition of the Gratuitous Cat Photo […]
They say that one is the loneliest number. But “they” also say that vegan cheese is food, and that the Kings of Leon produce actual music. Clearly “they” are, at times, misinformed. So, with all respect to “them,” I declare that a one-eyed cat can be utterly unlonely.
It’s the time of the season when love runs high when Gratuitous Cat Photos start appearing on Felis Catus. I could apologize for not having time to catch my breath eat a fluffernutter sandwich blog regularly. I could…and I would, except that (a) the aformentioned lack of time is due to trying to keep up […]
Do you ever wonder if you’re the only one who…? There are so many ways to finish that sentence, and all of them feel lonely.
There are many stellar things about freedom and liberty and all that. (No, don’t worry, I’m not about to announce my candidacy for president.) Perhaps one of the most stellar is the right to make up words.
Many things are best when heated. Italian bread. Fluffy towels. Apple pie. Unspayed feral cats.
Y’all may have heard that British succession rights changed recently. But one royal rule hasn’t changed, isn’t changing, and ain’t gonna change even if you sit up and beg for buttermilk: there’s only one Queen in Suite B.
If you are a long-time reader of this blog, you know that I have a had a succession of office mates. I have blogged about some of them (Sinbad, Pepper and my current mate, Geoff), and would love to eventually introduce you to all of them. I can’t promise I’ll find time to blog about […]