Bat flight
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.
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.
The first time I met Smokey, I did not exactly meet Smokey. I beheld Smokey beholding Smokey in the eyes of a beholder. This is the ideal introduction to Smokey.
He would drive a hatchback, not a Lamborghini. He would eat boxed mac n’ cheese, not truffled oysters. But Gomez‘s billionaire mustache will always give him away.
Abacus is not a calculating device. Abacus is a black cat with a very tiny white locket on his chest. Whatever calculations Abacus calculates add up to magic.
There have been many father figures at Tabby’s Place. But there has only ever been one Poppa. Maybe two.
Named for a luxurious and deceptively simple Italian dessert, Affogato might just be the sweetest and most affectionate creature that ever resided at Tabby’s Place.