Farvently Farvored
Every cat at Tabby’s Place is fervently favored. One was Farvently Farvored. No, Officer, I have not been drinking while blogging. Well, no, I can’t exactly walk a straight line. But I can explain.
Every cat at Tabby’s Place is fervently favored. One was Farvently Farvored. No, Officer, I have not been drinking while blogging. Well, no, I can’t exactly walk a straight line. But I can explain.
It’s starting to get awkward. We really need to order Jamie’s business cards. People are asking. People are getting impatient. (People are proficient at getting impatient.) But Jamie can’t decide on her title.
What’s more challenging than caring for one cat in a hopeless situation? Caring for well over fifty of them.
What is the value of a life? Do the planets lean in close when one stray trembles? Is the Northeast Hemisphere brave enough to save a single empress?
Do you believe a cat can come into your life by “coincidence”? Or do you think it’s more likely Sasquatch will show up for Spaghetti-O’s?
I heard it again today. “Tabby’s Place seems bigger inside than it looks on the outside.”
What is one-eyed, 2 years old, and black and white all over? Buffy! She is a recent rescue from a challenging situation, and she has landed firmly, squarely in Suite D (with a capital D). There, she rubs elbows (well, faces and bodies) with a legendary crew of felines as well as with each and […]
When you are young, you do not need to be told how to rock and roll. When you have seen too much, the music may get garbled. This is the time to return to being young.