Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: A Puff Piece
Puff. That could be enough. One word really says it all.
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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.
Penelope was loved. Penelope knew love long before she first graced our doorstep. I have no doubts that Penelope knew 16 years of love before her arrival here.
The words “steampunk cat” likely bring to mind metallic, anthropomorphized images and figurines, possibly bearing clocks and definitely all geared up. Most such felines can be found in shop windows and adult coloring books. Only Verne can be found at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary.
Horace is porous, which makes him prey for tears. But Horace is porous, which means there is hope for him yet.