Funny thing about matters of the meant-to-be. They seem to take an eternity, only to arrive in an instant.
Last night, you may have heard two seventy-year-olds yelling at each other, followed by their under-yellers yelling about the yelling. We’re not going to debate those debates here. But we do have issues to discuss.
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
If you’re going to visit Suite C at Tabby’s Place, it’s probably best to bring your own tent. It’s loud and messy and magical in there, and the last thing you want is to have to leave early.
Winnie the Pooh said it best: “How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
What walks down stairs, alone or in pairs,* and makes a slinkity sound? What’s that little slinky thing? Everyone knows it’s Hailey.
If you’re anything like me, you’re confused over the blog title above. Too nerdy? Too nerdy? That’s like “too happy” or “too cupcake” or “too feline.” Too nerdy? I know. I know. Calm down. Love’s in need of love today at Tabby’s Place – and, I’m afraid, nerdy’s in need of nerdy.