Chickin it up, forever style
We love our adopters. We loathe our adopters. Let me explain.
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It’s a jungle in here. If you thought Hunterdon County politics were wild, step into Suite B. Or C. Or FIV.
Be it known: Tabby’s Place has friends in the halls of power. And I don’t just mean a certain 24-pound powercat.
A few weeks ago I received some email from Angela, who runs a cat rescue in Nova Scotia, Canada. She had read about Dot’s spina bifida and wanted to let us know that she also had rescued a cat with this condition. His name is Timmy. Dot is, course, insanely cute. But, when I saw […]
We don’t believe in black magic at Tabby’s Place. Black-and-white magic, on the other hand, is alive and well.
Everything old is new again. OK, maybe not Dick Clark. Or Dick Cheney. But everything else.
Any commentary I could make on the following would be superfluous, silly and wrong. So I simply say: may your weekend be as sweet as Jambalaya‘s. Thanks to AwesomeAdopter Susan for this pic, and for giving Jamba the love that makes him this blissed-out.
…with all the frills upon it, you out-cute every bunny, duck and little chicky in every storybook ever written. If, that is, you are Gabriella.
…and climbs, and runs up stairs, apparently. He also has his own e-mail address. I am not making any of this up.