When we were wee, we were told that good children got Popples and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Theologian Trading Cards.*
Bad little imps, on the other hand, got lumps of coal.
But the tellers of tales didn’t account for the game-changing gift of Coal.
Tabby’s Place has been gifted with the kind of Coal that dreams are made of.
Keep your Popples and Donatellos, Santa. We’re quite content with our crooked-eared, cherished Coal.
Photos courtesy of Rob S. and Mark L.
*You know nine-year-olds just can’t get enough of Basil of Caesarea.
Coal, I don’t know what chances of fate left you older and homeless in some nameless cat shelter, but good fortune has led you to Tabbys Place – the best place on earth! Whether you are rapidly swept up with love into a forever home or spend many blissful days and years in the arms of Tabbys Place, you are now living the best of happily ever afters! The sweet spirits of Adelaide and Mango and many others welcome you with love.