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There are fragile kittens. There are sturdy kittens. There is no way to tell the difference. In the end, there is no difference.
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There are fragile kittens. There are sturdy kittens. There is no way to tell the difference. In the end, there is no difference.
The main lobby at Tabby’s Place is often a hubbub of activity. Even so, it is the perfect place for staff, volunteers, and visitors to take a break and regroup with some friendly felines for company. Companionable cats fill the lobby with their warmth, zest, and shenanigans.
There was no way we were keeping the name “Chicken.” The Lobby was far too hungry for that.
The Pops, Grandpops, and miscellaneous Poppas and Pappys have been celebrated. The mortarboards have been thrown. The Strawberry Moon has set. June 2024 has been juiced to the last drop. The Tabby’s Place cats hereby welcome you to the Best Summer Ever.
That was a real nice draft, Thomas Jefferson. Your work shows promise, dear Mr. Hamilton. But when it comes to Declarations and Constitutions, Rori can take it from here.
High self-monitoring is a strategy for humans negotiating social interactions. It is not a cat thing, especially not for Tabby’s Place cats who wear the orange collars that are basically caution signs.
You may read all the books in all the libraries, but there are some stories only your senses can tell. The sight of five hundred thousand bats in flight. The sight of a single Bat not in flight.
Far be it from me to recommend theft of federal property. But if you should happen to be in a certain corner of New Jersey, and your screwdriver should happen to fall into a particular sign just so, Erin and I would appreciate it.
Imagine: It’s a beautiful, sunshiny day. There’s the slightest breeze drifting through the solarium. Sharing the bench is a gigantic black cat with a white-tipped tail. He is purring softly.