Merry Murdock
The traffic between the North Pole and New Jersey is heavy this time of year. It is Christmas Eve, and no red-nosed reindeer has made his way to Tabby’s Place’s roof. But a far more magical creature is here.
The traffic between the North Pole and New Jersey is heavy this time of year. It is Christmas Eve, and no red-nosed reindeer has made his way to Tabby’s Place’s roof. But a far more magical creature is here.
“Is Murdock friendly? Can I move him to another crate for cleaning?” “Oh, yeah, as long as you aren’t trying to express his bowel, he’s fine.”
Some days were Smarties, and some were nefarious Necco wafers. Some cats let us dress them up in our love, and others let us dress them up like iridescent snails. But for all its ups and downs, at Tabby’s Place, October is always a treat.
When you are a Tabby’s Place cat, you infuse every square inch of time with importance. There are no mundane months around here. Yet even our gourds and ladies know: there is something about October.