Melted
If you could see the face of everyone you have yet to love, would you want that preview? If you knew how much love would ask of you, would you choose it anyway?
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If you could see the face of everyone you have yet to love, would you want that preview? If you knew how much love would ask of you, would you choose it anyway?
I would like to thank the unknown genius who named the invisible moon “new.” Selena would like to thank the moon itself.
Oh, Tabby’s Place family! Every cat is galloping with gratitude like never before, because … YOU DID IT!!! But this begs a question. What have you done?
Anyone connected to Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary comes to understand that every story eventually becomes a sob story. Many stories begin that way too.
Whether you are an action hero or an armadillo psychologist, your day will come. There will be no mistaking it. You will be asked to stick your neck out.
Every cat at Tabby’s Place is fervently favored. One was Farvently Farvored. No, Officer, I have not been drinking while blogging. Well, no, I can’t exactly walk a straight line. But I can explain.
It’s starting to get awkward. We really need to order Jamie’s business cards. People are asking. People are getting impatient. (People are proficient at getting impatient.) But Jamie can’t decide on her title.
What’s more challenging than caring for one cat in a hopeless situation? Caring for well over fifty of them.
What is the value of a life? Do the planets lean in close when one stray trembles? Is the Northeast Hemisphere brave enough to save a single empress?
Do you believe a cat can come into your life by “coincidence”? Or do you think it’s more likely Sasquatch will show up for Spaghetti-O’s?