“The harvest has begun.” Jonathan has said this before. Jonathan will say it again. Each time, he sounds as amazed as if it were the first time.
All it took to draw the first cat to Tabby’s Place was for there to be some portion of a building. Flash forward to building Quinn’s Corner, and the initial finding was proven true again.
The taro plant is a tuber, like a sweet potato or a yam. But there is a reason your Mee-maw never made a taro casserole with melty marshmallows. The Taro cat would not abide it.
You know how the weather announcer predicts tomorrow will be partly cloudy, but then tomorrow decides to be partly sunny? This is nothing like that. This is also exactly like that. We have an updated forecast for Sunday, May 18th.
You have never met anyone who was not scrappy. This is as true for the shining ones as for the ragamuffins. Beneath the softest fur or the smoothest life, you will find a small creature who had to be brave. But sometimes, you can see the seams.
Every day at Tabby’s Place is eventful. This is especially true when the cats host big events for the public.
Have you ever stopped to think about the fact that you have a name? Have you ever fully appreciated that you do not share your name with lunch meat?
You can hear a kitten’s piccolo meow from deep space. You can hear Hips‘s galumphing gallop all the way to Glockamora. But while youth and ego shout, the meek let their lives speak. They will never toot their own horns. So let’s hear it for the mamas.
If the world were black and white, Luke would have camouflage. He would blend into the background. He would be unseen, unknown. But the world is not black and white.
Brownie arrived at Tabby’s Place over 2,000 cats ago. He was adopted, but he recently boomeranged (came back).