Forever loved: Wilhelmina
Human beings are really into ranks and scales and Being Important. Cats prefer to fling our low-minded hierarchies into the deepest, darkest pit.
Human beings are really into ranks and scales and Being Important. Cats prefer to fling our low-minded hierarchies into the deepest, darkest pit.
Tiffany’s knows it. Macy’s knows it. All the elves and turkeys and abominable snowmen know it. That’s right, my little sugarplums: it’s the most magical time of the year…GCP Season at Tabby’s Place.
For the fruits of your labors, the Tabby’s Place cats thank you. You donate. You share our stories. You pray. You love. You labor your legwarmers off…and your labors do not go unnoticed.
Some humans convened this week. Other humans will convene next week. On a scale from “the 1%” to “yuuuuuuge”, the cats’ level of caring is smaller than the margin of error.
Ask not for whom the Community Room door opens; it opens for thee. Unless thou art Jackie. Or Hildegarde. Or Boots. Or — heaven help us — Olive.
This is essentially a blog by, for and about cats. Which is why I’m here today to talk about terrorism.
Tabby’s Place is a cat sanctuary. It is our mission to rescue cats from hopeless situations. We care for them. We nurture them. We are providing a service for them. But let’s not kid ourselves about who’s really helping who.