The Blissard of 2026
Real love never sleeps. It just sleeps over. And sometimes, it brings pizza.
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It’s almost time, my little sweet potatoes. The paper cups are full of poultry. Anka has groomed himself to Great Aunt Gertrude’s standards. Gator promises not to chomp into anyone’s leg like a drumstick.* *Unless they bring up politics, discourage him from auditioning for The Golden Bachelor, or arrive without actual drumsticks. All that’s missing … […]
Today, we thank veterans. They have lived with courage so the world can live in peace. They have walked lonely roads of unseen sacrifice. They are shy about applause and accolades, uneasy with the word “hero.” And then … there are the cats.
This is not a test. This is not a drill. This is certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is Halloween, on a Friday.
Staff and volunteers at Tabby’s Place devote themselves to soft labor.
Tabby’s Place sponsorships are a very serious and an extremely silly matter.
All it took to draw the first cat to Tabby’s Place was for there to be some portion of a building. Flash forward to building Quinn’s Corner, and the initial finding was proven true again.
Following on the heels of April Fools’ Day, this is a foolish offering to the Tabby’s Place family that will hopefully bring smiles.
The cats have a beef to pick with you and me. They can’t agree whether it’s a roast beef or a corned beef. Regardless, we’re really in trouble this time.