Tabby’s Place likes when people adopt cats.
We love it when people adopt two cats.
We soar into beatific rapture when people adopt three cats.
Strum those harps and shine with your holiest light, because a certain Virginia family crossed the Mason-Dixon line for not one, not two, but three of our cats.
This may be the time of year when retailers squeal about deals, but not even Joseph A. Bank (of “buy one sock, GET THIRTY-SEVEN SUITS FREE!” fame) can offer you a package this perfect.
For not only did this sweeter-than-a-praline family take three of our cats, but they took three wild-born babies. Yes, Virginians; Marie, Skyler and Conrad all once sprang from the wombs of feisty feral mamas.
But enough talk. Time for gratuities.