Forever Loved: Angelo
To love Angelo was not to love “a cat.” It was not even to love “a white cat of ample size.” To love Angelo was to love several smiling universes, smuggled into one feline form.
To love Angelo was not to love “a cat.” It was not even to love “a white cat of ample size.” To love Angelo was to love several smiling universes, smuggled into one feline form.
Gasp at fireworks. Squiggle veggie dogs with catsup. Frolic through the sprinkler. Give thanks. Just remember: at Tabby’s Place, every day is Memorial Day.
Penelope was loved. Penelope knew love long before she first graced our doorstep. I have no doubts that Penelope knew 16 years of love before her arrival here.
I’m sorry, NASA. Forgive us, Planetary Society. But there is no “path of totality.” We have this on authority greater than Galileo. Her name was Unicorn.
If you are loved, you are strong. If you are Antin, you are stronger than death.
This can’t be right. We are Tabby’s Place, after all. We are the Place that saves.
In astronomy, the brightest and most powerful known object is a quasar. In Quinn’s Corner, the brightest and most powerful object was a delicate-looking cat.
Sometimes, when you least expect it, life brings you an unexpected gift. In time, the gift becomes a treasure. Josie was my unexpected gift.
“Nervous, but easy to handle.” Such was Mullet‘s description on his Intake Exam. Nothing can make today easy to handle.