Horace is porous, which makes him prey for tears. But Horace is porous, which means there is hope for him yet.
Purr, and the world purrs with you. Hiss, and you’ve got a parking space at Tabby’s Place.
I know so little of love. This may seem a funny thing to say from the hub of love that is Tabby’s Place. But the more I learn of love, the more I see how much I have to learn.
Carrot is a root. The first recorded evidence of Carrot is from 900 AD. Carrot contains 73% of your recommended daily allowance of Vitamin A. Carrot fact-checked this message and said, “good to go!”
In American pop culture, four-leafed clovers have inspired superstitions, song performances, and breakfast cereal shapes. At Tabby’s Place, it’s a very young cat named Clover who does the inspiring, simply by being herself.
Her blood glucose was seven hundred. His rap sheet was longer than a CVS receipt. At what point do you cry “uncle”?
You may be a calico cat raising your fourth litter. You may be an adolescent human in a Bluey hoodie. You may be a bachelor of eighty named Eugene Buddle-Lubbers. No matter. If you have loved with a love stronger than yourself, you have mothered.
There is more than one way to be an orphan. There are even more ways to be a mother.
Permit me to blow your mind: when Tabby’s Place began, squeezable chicken had not yet been invented. No tube-tuna. Not even one drop of gelatinous turkey.
The Summer Olympics will be held in Paris, they tell me. But I say, both Summer and Paris are here, for Olympia has taken gold.