Be it known: beautiful things get missed much too often. Case in point: Saturn just came really close to the moon. If we were looking, we could have seen four planets at once. Four. (Five, if you looked down at the one you were standing on.) Case in second point: Minneapolis could have shut down […]
“It’s gonna be May.” – Justin Timberlake “It already is.” – Angela Hartley and 120 cats
Tabby’s Place has several Suites. The Gastrointestinally Challenged One. The Weight Management One. And then there’s Suite B, perennially The One Where They’re Swinging From The Chandeliers.
March, baby, we need to talk. That lion-and-lamb stuff is an understatement when it comes to you. Good heavens to Murgatroyd, did you ever march forth.
If cats were human celebrities,* Wolfie would be Danny DeVito. Divya would be Adele. And Cammi, without doubt, would be Elizabeth Taylor.
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
Oh December. Just when we’re ready to write you off as a dastardly doer of dastardly deeds, you give us a thrill of hope, and some out-of-season kittens.