You are not the last of your kind
If you ever wondered if yours is the last heart that bleeds and sings, often at the same time, be of good cheer: it is not. You have an entire village with hearts shaped like yours. It’s called Tabby’s Place.
If you ever wondered if yours is the last heart that bleeds and sings, often at the same time, be of good cheer: it is not. You have an entire village with hearts shaped like yours. It’s called Tabby’s Place.
To the naked eye, Tabby’s Place appears to be a cat sanctuary. A special cat sanctuary, certainly. One-of-a-kind. Sensational. Smitten with specifically those cats the world forgot. But Tabby’s Place is more than it appears: an outpost of love. A living, purring, peeing parable. A tumbler of timeless truths. And a place where August can […]