Oh July, July, you jellied jamboree! How do you cram so many kittens into thirty-one days, like fireflies in a jar? Where did you buy all this sunshine? (It was not discounted on Amazon Prime Day.) Oh July, July, you paid full price, yet we are the ones rich in sweetness.
Some cats are dainty, with delicate paws and pert ears. Other cats are solid, with meaty toe beans and firm centers. Many Tabby’s Place cats are made of weightier matter.
Someone recently described one of my best friends as “arrogant.” I can’t tell you if the accused was human or feline, and I can’t tell if it was an insult. But Charles can turn everything to a compliment, so he assisted me as OI (Orange Intelligence) on this post.
By the time you have 108 candles on your cake, I hope you forgive everyone. But, if your name is Theodosia, I just hope I can duck in time to dodge the cake as you throw it at your nearest nemesis.
Reality TV is overrated. Too many people, not enough cats. That’s where Tabby’s Place comes in.
Brian does not believe in decorating life’s difficulties. Brian does not believe in fudging the facts. Brian is a brown tabby, which means he is composed entirely of truth.
We have lived so many lives since the year was new. January’s resolutions are wadded up like parking tickets and Burger King receipts under our seats. But the Abacus is ready for a reset.
Although we are more eminent than Princeton, with a higher number of salmon scholars than Swarthmore, Tabby’s Place does not require letters of recommendation. But if we did, Verne‘s would outshine them all.