Every cat deserves attention. Every cat deserves to be marveled at. But very few cats cause every single observer to exclaim, “Oh, my!”
Faced with cats, we’re regularly in the position of begging: that the fussy ones will eat, that the nervous ones will let us pet them, that all of them will stop judging us for…well, everything. (Yes, Bucca has strong opinions about your fanny pack and my singing voice.) Still, it’s not often we find ourselves […]
I don’t know about you, kittens, but I’m at the breaking point. Breaking news. Shattering stories. From every screen, every speaker, it just…keeps…shouting. Some of it is news. Some of it is smoke. All of it is exhausting. It’s time we said “ENOUGH YET ALREADY!” and broke some news of our own.
Tabby’s Place may or may not have a Diabetic Mafia.* The Diabetic Mafia may or may not have a Don…na.
It happens. You smack yourself upside the head every time, but still it happens. And happens. And waits a few years, then happens again.
Last night, you may have heard two seventy-year-olds yelling at each other, followed by their under-yellers yelling about the yelling. We’re not going to debate those debates here. But we do have issues to discuss.
There is so much news exploding at Tabby’s Place today, you’d think it was the Fourth of July. It isn’t. It’s better.