Home to the head of the class, part I
The freshman class is matriculating. Orientees are orientating. And graduates of Tabby’s Place are celebrating.
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The freshman class is matriculating. Orientees are orientating. And graduates of Tabby’s Place are celebrating.
For a short month, February makes a lot of noise. But then, February does hang out with Bear.
Many people would benefit from your freaking out right now. The cats are not among those people.
Now this is just ridiculous. People seeking the highest office in the land may call each other losers and liars, but even they have the good sense not to excrete upon their opponents. Cats have no such decorum.
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
We are about a lot of things at Tabby’s Place. We are about love. We are about “the least of these.” We are very much about Veggie Straws, and the color orange, and obscure names for kittens. But we are not, and have frankly never been, about the numbers.
Take a moment and glance at your calendar. What does it tell you? It’s Thursday, October 16th. It’s Boss’s Day.* It’s Flea‘s birthday. It’s the 630th anniversary of Jadwiga being crowned King of Poland. It’s the eve of Wear Something Gaudy Day. But, much more than this, it’s National Feral Cat Day.
It’s often claimed that, when you tell someone not to do Something, Something becomes the thing they want most to do. But could it be that Something might be right?
Three million humans are expected to attend the Macy’s 4th of July Fireworks. Five hundred thousand humans will be at the Boston Pops Fireworks Spectacular. But the humans who are both rad and awesome are right here, checking out what went boom in the Tabby’s Place cats’ world this month.