Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Gee Willikers
Golly! Gee willikers! Will somebody adopt these cats already?!
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Halloween has its charms, but the cats are really amped about November. This is not because they have 364 days until the next time we dress them up as pumpkins and aliens. It’s because November 1st is All Saints Day, and cats are all saints, all the time.
FIV (Feline Immunodeficiency Virus) can be a fierce foe. Yet, it stands no chance against the warriors of Tabby’s Place. In naming cats with whimsy and joy, the virus’s teeth can be pulled one giggle at a time. Although, truth be told, not all of the giggles have anything to do with the cats’ names.
Don’t be too quick to guess the coolest cat in the room. It could be the debonair tuxedo with the rubbable belly and the Dean Martin meow. Or, it could be the guy the color of granola, with a literal chip on his shoulder.
Editor’s note: I cannot keep up with these cats. Seven seconds after I write about them, they get adopted. I regret nothing. – AT Sarcasm may get the big laughs. But the marinara goofus gets the big win.
Diagnoses can be disheartening. Diagnoses can be dastardly. But, an FIV+ diagnosis at Tabby’s Place can lead to residency in Suite D. That is D for dynamic. Also, D is for enDearing. It only takes a minute to find out why diagnostic heartache and healing purr go side by side in a magical space.
Horace is porous, which makes him prey for tears. But Horace is porous, which means there is hope for him yet.
There is something special about Suite D at Tabby’s Place. Maybe it’s because I’ve been cleaning the suite’s solarium weekly for almost 2 years, but I don’t think so.
There are sentences one would never expect to hear. Weirdly combined nouns all mashed up with verbs that don’t seem to work together? Such things are commonplace at Tabby’s Place.
You probably do not consider chicken nuggets and cornbread an elegant meal, unless you are either feline, or ten years old. Fortunately, Chicken Nugget is both.