Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Wavy Grey-vy
Grey-t things come in threes, or fours, or sixes, or…oy, who can keep track of the very many grey cats that now call Tabby’s Place home?
Grey-t things come in threes, or fours, or sixes, or…oy, who can keep track of the very many grey cats that now call Tabby’s Place home?
He knows how to open portholes between worlds. Even Wikipedia recognizes him as “lustrous.” And no matter how high he lifts his bottom when you skritch him, he will always be a free element.
The very many cats recently rescued from two locations, are now out of the elements (except those named for the ones on the periodic table).
Over the summer, a flood of very scared cats washed up on the Tabby’s Place doorstep. As you’ve read, this was the result of a well-coordinated rescue of two sizable colonies. Never believing in “less” (there is always hope!) and always striving for more, the outlook is bright for the newcomers.
Oh, kittens! If ever we needed cats, it’s now. We are in Olympics withdrawal. Target is trying to boondoggle us into believing we are behind on holiday shopping. And no matter where we hide, it is still an election year.