You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.
Editor’s note: Oh, dear ones. If ever you chose the right day to visit this blog, today is that day. You are about to hear from Carrot‘s new mom. You are about to weep and cheer and quite possibly dance. You are about to believe in love more than ever before. XO, AT
Carrot is a root. The first recorded evidence of Carrot is from 900 AD. Carrot contains 73% of your recommended daily allowance of Vitamin A. Carrot fact-checked this message and said, “good to go!”
At Tabby’s Place, if one is a ceramic cat of beauty and poise, it is difficult to retain one’s head in situ when in situ means in the lobby.
Dogs have been the primary beneficiaries of very much study and very great good will. And cats? Let’s just say it has been less so…until recently.
People spend too much time bandying about words that set hard limits. Frankly, such limits do not exist.
To my dear Tabby’s Place Family, You are loved and appreciated more than all of the very many following words can adequately express. This is a meager attempt to tell you why.
It’s no secret that the naming conventions for Tabby’s Place run fast into the weedy, wonderful fields of the unconcernedly unconventional. From required reading to refrigerators, no source of inspiration goes untapped. In fact, there exists an internal social media channel where staff and volunteers can submit suggestions as soon as a muse sets a […]
The worst days and the best days are often one and the same, as Charles Dickens knew well. The day that Nemo and I found a different way to spend time together was exactly that. One gazillion percent.