Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Affogato’s Number
Named for a luxurious and deceptively simple Italian dessert, Affogato might just be the sweetest and most affectionate creature that ever resided at Tabby’s Place.
Named for a luxurious and deceptively simple Italian dessert, Affogato might just be the sweetest and most affectionate creature that ever resided at Tabby’s Place.
You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
If you would like to get people agitated, ask if they vote Democrat or Republican. If you would like to instigate a riot, ask if they prefer Wawa or Quick Chek.
How do you explain five impossible adoptions? There’s only one answer. They fell for the V.
One Sunday, I had a particularly lovely visit with Honey. The next day, I wrote the original version of this blog. The day after, Honey journeyed through the veil, crossed the rainbow bridge, and passed beyond my sight.
Gasp at fireworks. Squiggle veggie dogs with catsup. Frolic through the sprinkler. Give thanks. Just remember: at Tabby’s Place, every day is Memorial Day.
Editor’s note: Oh, dear ones. If ever you chose the right day to visit this blog, today is that day. You are about to hear from Carrot‘s new mom. You are about to weep and cheer and quite possibly dance. You are about to believe in love more than ever before. XO, AT
It has come to our attention that there is a cauldron of controversy in the middle of our Community Room. Before things get out of hand, Tabby’s Place would like to issue an official statement. Here it is: Eartha does want to party with you.