To pilfer the crown Julie
The Royal Wedding: a big deal. The hats worn at the Royal Wedding: an even bigger deal. But true royalty? For that, you’ll have to come to the great metropolis of Ringoes, NJ.
The purring prophet
Not every cat has an epic oratorio bearing his name. Then again, not every cat is Elijah.
Shaking up the (anti)social network
Laurel and Hardy used to lament getting into “another fine mess.” The great wordsmith of our time, Ke$ha, sings of being a “filthy hot mess.” And, this week, one of the awesomest AwesomeAdopters since Mrs. TwinkieCupcake has made a major mess of the social network in Suite A.
Mollinating the world
True story: true love lasts. And when it’s hopelessly-devoted-to-you kinda love, it lasts forever. So it’s only fitting that we (you, me, Tashi, Bialy) are still very much in lurrrrrve with the dancing ocelot, Molly. Special thanks to her forever MollyMama for writing this glorious, picture-full update. Prepare to swoon…and dance.
Continuance of kittens
There’s pretty much nothing sub-stellar about kittens. Well…maybe there’s one wretched exception: they are so blasted fragile. As the always-honest Dr. C told me a few years ago, it’s rare to have a kitten season where you don’t “lose some.”
Raining kittens and kittens
I’m not sure who said it first. But somewhere in the last few weeks, several of us foolish human beans have dared to remark, “It’s awfully late in kitten season for us to have no kittens.” Foolish, foolish human beans.
Tabby’s Place: the Next Generation
If this post’s subject line were a TV show, you just know Jonathan would be our Captain Picard. Only with hair. And a tendency to use the word “shmoldie.” But this is even better: you have an opportunity to help the cats and yourself thanks to the amazing team at Next Generation Trust Services.
Forever Loved – Allison
Around one year ago a sweet and quiet grey and white girl arrived at Tabby’s Place. She was kinda shabby looking and had a large lump on her rear leg.
As(tor) you like it
I was going to begin this post, “I like big cats and I cannot lie.” But even I have more dignity than that. Or, at least, the cats do.