The Winter of our content
It’s been a long, strange trip for a certain ceiling cat. No, not that one. This one.
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The Winter of our content
It’s been a long, strange trip for a certain ceiling cat. No, not that one. This one.
That old hairy magic
Cats and weird women get a bad rap. As one of the latter who cherishes the former, I do my part to fight that sort of silliness.
There’s an app for that
It was a normal morning at Tabby’s Place. I was on the early morning rounds, feeding the kitties and giving them meds. When we do morning or evening rounds, we always do a head count to make sure everyone is accounted for and doing okay. I entered Suite C with my clipboard and began the […]
Simple gifts
The Shakers tell me it’s a gift to be simple. If we connect the dots, then, we can see that it must be a gift to be Mervyn.
Ivan and the unbearable
We try to be pretty open-minded at Tabby’s Place, but some things just don’t go together. Peanut butter and ketchup. Dobro and a ruffled lavender bonnet. Kenny G and my ears. Kittens and The Pit Of Stench.
Women who run with the cheetahs
There are three Adoption Rooms at Tabby’s Place: cozy nooks fit for lucky handfuls of cats. Behind door #3 are the little old ladies. Behind door #2 are Max, Trey and his lady. And behind door #1…well, there you’ll find the wild women of Tabby’s Place.
Show me the cats, part II
Where we last left our Show Me staters, something was foul in Denmark the Special Needs Suite. But, Kendall and Hawkeye to the contrary, most of the Missouri delegation have melted in just fine with their roommates. The best example of this may be Icelus.
Show me the cats, part I
Cats seem naturally unskeptical. Armed with industrial-strength amounts of awesome, they’re happy to believe each morning that the world is good and hope is real. But when you’re from the Show Me state, you might need a pinch of proof before you give your whole heart.
Wild oranges
There are, in fact, some things about Tabby’s Place that are undeniably el Stinko. Actually, they all boil down to one: we can’t rescue every single cat.
Wintry mix
It doesn’t get much worse than a world of ”always winter, never Christmas.” On the other hand, it doesn’t get much better than a world of all Winter, all the time.