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The significance of Independence Day is largely lost on cats. After all, every day is Independence Day when you’re feline.
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The significance of Independence Day is largely lost on cats. After all, every day is Independence Day when you’re feline.
It has been brought to my attention that, while I take many pictures of all the Tabby’s Place cats, I take a fully appropriate disproportionate number of pictures of Webster (say, 50 one hundred meeeellion a month). And isn’t that rather unfair? To quote various British people: bollocks.
There are cats, there are Community Cats, and then there are solarium cats. Recently, the solarium cats enjoyed the adventure of nine lifetimes.
Just as quickly as they blazed up north and into our world, the eight West Virginia belles and the sweet Kentucky octet have roared on out of Tabby’s Place and into forever homes. Well, all of the sweet sixteen, that is, except for two. Today’s post belongs to the straggler who’s stolen my heart even […]