Guest post: Until the age of adoptability
Do you hear that sound? No, it’s not the Horn of Gondor. No, it’s not your mother calling you to dinner. No, it’s not Santa. It’s KITTENS.
Do you hear that sound? No, it’s not the Horn of Gondor. No, it’s not your mother calling you to dinner. No, it’s not Santa. It’s KITTENS.
When it comes to cats, I have a slight tendency to act upon impulses. When it comes to my cat-related impulses, my instincts have not done wrong by me.
Human beings do not have five senses. We have many, many more — including proprioception. But just when we think we might be pretty amazing, cats remind us what sense and sensibility are all about.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry that, by titling this post as it is titled, I’ve infected your brain with the Fanta commercial song.
Every once in a great while, we receive an offer so compassionate, so compelling, so colossal, that we simply must share it with you. This week, we’ve received the most unstinky of offers.
We track all sorts of statistics at Tabby’s Place. For instance: Number of active volunteers: 150 Number of cats in Suite B: 18 Total weight, in pounds, of cats in Suite C: infinity
A lot can change when you’re little. A lot can change when you’re learning. But far more than a lot will change when you’re loved.
Perhaps you loved Sienna long before she ever pawed upon the glass. Perhaps your love went wild with her viral photos. Perhaps you attempted to adopt her all the way from Amsterdam. However you’ve loved Sienna, oh, my homies, have we got a treat for you today.
It’s the cusp of a shiny new year. As we toast these waning hours of 2014, let’s sing for old friends…and one wondrous new guest blogger.
In the presence of the following creatures, Good King Wenceslas doffs his crown. In the presence of the following creatures, the halls deck themselves. In the presence of the following creatures, we all feel an extra zing of joy.