Slugged right outta the park
What’s all the fuss about some Derek Jeter guy hitting 3,000 baseballs? I mean, that’s cool and all, but not in comparison with another slugger and eight-plus FIV+ cats.
What’s all the fuss about some Derek Jeter guy hitting 3,000 baseballs? I mean, that’s cool and all, but not in comparison with another slugger and eight-plus FIV+ cats.
You may have heard that cats have issues with territory. Hm. It might be more accurate to say that, when territory’s at issue, each cat is a cranky old guy with a farmer’s tan, sitting on the edge of his farm, atop a pile of hay, brandishing a sawed-off shotgun and snarling, “Get offa ma land, ya hear?”
Sometimes hearing from an old friend can remind you just how hard your universe rocks. A simple “how have you been?” can make you realize that the answer is “Blessed…big time.”
Apparently you’re not allowed to vote more than once in national elections. But nobody told the cats that. Besides, the rules are different for international intergalactic elections…especially when there’s one hundred meeeellion dollars at stake for everykitty involved.
The significance of Independence Day is largely lost on cats. After all, every day is Independence Day when you’re feline.
Recently, People magazine ran the cover headline, It’s all about Pippa! A certain cat had three choice words in response to this: “About. Flippin’. Time.”
Happy endings do happen – even for the dorks and downtrodden. Charlie Brown does get to hold hands with the little red-haired girl, even if Lucy never lets him kick the football. William Hung does get a record deal, even if he’s not on anyone’s list of Greatest Vocalists of All Time.
There’s one thing that just might give us all grey hair before our time at Tabby’s Place. Kittens who won’t eat.
It’s hard to get the recommended daily allowance of certain nutrients. Vitamin D. Fiber. Cuteness.