Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Gee Willikers
Golly! Gee willikers! Will somebody adopt these cats already?!
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“You want to throw me Taylor? He’s right behind you.” This might not be the strangest statement to be overheard at Tabby’s Place.
Ahoy, me hearties! Avast ye! It might seem a wee bit strange, but Tabby’s Place is being run like a pirate ship these days. The cats (and several hundred people) are keeping things under smooth sail, no matter how the winds blow or when there are seas of change.
Shy little Gallium is a force of nature. As such, it might be unsurprising that she was also the source of a very big scary event.
Proposal: We agree to Boobalah’s idea of holding a luau in the Tabby’s Place lobby.
If you’re looking for a lucky number, 1706 is available. It’s a goodie, too. Benjamin Franklin was born in 1706. Some fun-lovin’ folks signed the Treaty of Altranstädt in 1706. And at Tabby’s Place, cat number 1,706 is Marcia. We want you to adopt Marcia. We want you to break our hearts.
There is a force that keeps love in orbit. There is a green that can’t be seen. There is a cat named Baby Yoda in Jonathan’s office.
Any one day has a way of being something different for all beings. For cats, such days can be wrapped in delicately smoked trout on crunchy crackers, or they can be whipped into a frenzy of furtive, furry activity.
You were once named for stockings, but your gifts were too big to stuff. You were once known for syrup, but your strength has a side of salt.
In my head, the song Let It Be by The Beatles is subtitled Paul’s Mom, or All the Moms. It is – or should be – the role of moms to speak words of wisdom to their offspring, in their own language or by example. This applies to all species, including the mama squirrel I […]