Please break our hearts, Part VII: Olive
Yes, we’re going there. No, there is not some other Olive here. Yes, I believe there is a person in the Tabby’s Place family with a big enough heart to break our hearts.
Yes, we’re going there. No, there is not some other Olive here. Yes, I believe there is a person in the Tabby’s Place family with a big enough heart to break our hearts.
Far be it from us to call a cat a turkey. But, hypothetically, if we had to assign a Tabby’s Place resident that title, Anka would be the winner. We want you to win, too. We want you to break our hearts. We want you to adopt Anka.
In all the land, there is only one Gator. We currently have him. He is ours. We want you to take him. We want you to break our hearts.
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.
When we are children, we do our own stunts. We tell our parents we want nuggets, not broccoli. We tell a stranger with a white polyester beard that we want dinosaurs. We are brave. We say what we want. Then we grow up and get scared. Well, this holiday season, I am channeling my inner […]
Editor’s note: This is the second in a series of posts in which we hand you our holiday wish list and stare into your eyes until you are uncomfortable. Hopefully, uncomfortable enough to give us what we ask. I am once again asking you to break our hearts.
Things are about to get personal. We’re going to look in your eyes and read you our holiday wish list. We’re not going to ask you for a trip to Paris or a piece of the moon. We’re going to ask you to break our hearts.