Attention, Felis Catus fam: your regularly scheduled blogular programming is about to be interrupted for a most delightful reason. It is Volunteer Appreciation Week…and Tabby’s Place just so happens to have the world’s most appreciable volunteers.
Ever notice that everyone thinks of himself as an iconoclast? Show me someone who proudly says “I’m a mid-mainstream man!”, and I’ll show you a Waffle House serving artisanal vegan cheese.
We human beings, poor delicate orchids that we are, get all blushy and bashful over our odors and vapors and assorted effluvia. Cats, on the other hand, are proud of it all — perhaps especially their snot rockets.
It’s a dangerous thing to underestimate someone. It’s a literally dangerous thing to underestimate someone like Rogue.
It’s a quote that stays compelling even after it’s been Pinterested to death: “Comparison is the thief of joy.”
March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.
It was one of those stories that gets all the people upset. The cat people. The kind people. The generally-unconcerned people. All the people with real, live, beating people-hearts.
Tell me, please. How is it that you can lose and lose and never be empty?
You can always go home…if home is Tabby’s Place, and you happen to be a cat.
You’ve not heard much about Miss Bea before. That’s not for lack of agitation.