Adopter explosion
Fear not: our adopters have not taken to collective spontaneous combustion. What they have done is cause our hearts to grow at least 470 times in size.
Fear not: our adopters have not taken to collective spontaneous combustion. What they have done is cause our hearts to grow at least 470 times in size.
Any self-respecting feline will tell you: cats do not err. They do surprise you. They do make last-minute course corrections. But they do not make mistakes. N-O-N, no.
Warning: your IQ is about to slump precipitously. Promise: it is going to be absolutely worth it.
Be it known, good people/cats/beings of the interwebs: it happened. Hold onto your hats and wives and children. Rumors of Dot‘s adoption have not been exaggerated.
They say that those who refuse to learn from history are destined to repeat it in summer school. Tabby’s Place icon Tashi says that those who refuse to learn from history are destined to continue using the term “unadoptable.” Those who do learn from history, however, are about to have a feast of delight.
Martha Stewart used to have a habit of saying, “it’s a good thing.” She seems to have stopped that around the time she went to prison, but I think even Her Perfectness would agree: the following is a good thing. It’s better than cupcakes. It’s better than mandolin music. It’s even better than that scene […]
Long long ago (c. 1987), there was a TV commercial for the National Enquirer, in which an announcer informed us, “inquiring minds want to know.” An absolutely ebullient woman then squealed, “like ME!” Apparently a lot of folks agreed, because the Enquirer has exploded in popularity since then. We’re absolutely ebullient about their top story this […]
…with all the frills upon it, you out-cute every bunny, duck and little chicky in every storybook ever written. If, that is, you are Gabriella.
Just when we think we’ve grasped the cats’ calling… Just when we think we’ve seen the full scope of their mission on earth… Along comes a whiff of grace so delicious it knocks us off our feet.
Contrary to the old adage, timing isn’t everything. Not exactly. Cupcakes are something, and so are wombats and stirrup pants. But sometimes, timing is downright divine. It’s all happening again.