Jarred
Surgeon General’s warning: the following post may contain dangerous levels of both mayonnaise and punnery. We had a jarring experience at Tabby’s Place this week.
Surgeon General’s warning: the following post may contain dangerous levels of both mayonnaise and punnery. We had a jarring experience at Tabby’s Place this week.
Good things happen in June. Good things also happen in eleven other months, but there’s something about June that just makes you want to…sing-a. Especially when it starts on a Friday, and you’re alive, and you live in a world in which cats exist.
In this world of many creatures, we need us all. The ones who think, and the ones who feel. The ones who act, and the ones who contemplate. The ones who remember The Safety Dance, and the ones who have never danced safely. Even, and especially, the ones who do all dancing in safety orange.
You’re in for a treat, Simba-smitten souls. Our stellar volunteer Tara is back with an update on our difficult, delightful Lion King. Take it away, Tara…
They say “it’s always the quiet ones.” That’s not entirely true. Sometimes it is, in fact, the loud ones. Carley Rose falls into the former category. Until she doesn’t.
You have heard of the Kitten Room. You would think, having heard of said Kitten Room, that said room contains kittens, whole kittens, and nothing but the kittens. But, as aforementioned Kitten Room is contained by the larger bizarro world known as Tabby’s Place, you would be incorrect.
If you’re reading this blog, you probably don’t need this reminder. But, just in case: never underestimate the wisdom of the cat.
Much is hard in this world of ours. The tulips have given their last. There are wars and rumors of wars. We lost Grace, and Ali, and control of our tear ducts.
I’m retiring a sentence-starter today. I will hereby no longer start paragraphs and puddles of words with, “Every cat is wonderful/special/incandescent etc., but then there are some…”
“It’s gonna be May.” – Justin Timberlake “It already is.” – Angela Hartley and 120 cats