Longings
You and I have gotten to know each other rather well in this space, kittens. As a result, I know one of your greatest longings this holiday season.
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You and I have gotten to know each other rather well in this space, kittens. As a result, I know one of your greatest longings this holiday season.
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.
They say that, on Christmas Eve at midnight, the animals talk. They also say that putting crunchy peanut butter in someone else’s sandwich is not a war crime. They say that the Elf on the Shelf is not absolutely terrifying. They say a lot of things.
Warning: your IQ is about to slump precipitously. Promise: it is going to be absolutely worth it.
Be it known that Tabby’s Place does not condone forcing people to work on Thanksgiving just so that other people can buy sweaters. Be it also known that Tabby’s Place enthusiastically condones forcing humans to work on Black Friday just so that other people can adopt cats.
Tabby’s Place likes when people adopt cats. We love it when people adopt two cats. We soar into beatific rapture when people adopt three cats.
This is the time of many seasons. The season of twinkly lights. The season of smiling (which is my favorite, too). The season of pfefferneuse and Nativity scenes and peace on earth everywhere except the mall.
When New Jersey feels hotter than Death Valley, it’s best to let the cats handle the blog.
If you’ve ever wished you still lived in the times when you could challenge someone to a duel, tomorrow is your lucky day. No, no, you can’t challenge the Schticky vendor or Gwen Cooper to a duel at Catoberfest. (If we get Alice Cooper for Catoberfest 2013, that may be a different story.) But you […]