Those kittens
Purr, and the world purrs with you. Hiss, and you’ve got a parking space at Tabby’s Place.
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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.
Our world is cheerfully cluttered. Objets d’art pique curiosity and start conversations. Objets des chats…well, they are something of a different matter.