The world is on the brink of a critical error. We are at risk of underestimating Rori. My friends, this cannot be.
No one gets out of November unscathed: not you, not me, and not the star-crossed onions who gave their lives to surf your Aunt Lurlene’s green bean casserole. Elections cause feelings. Thanksgivings cause feelings. The last chrysanthemum falling to the ground? The poet trees turned naked as prose? Feelings. Feelings. Feelings. The only cure for […]
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.
If you want to watch the badminton quarterfinals, you will have to set your alarm for 3am. If you are passionate about pentathlon, you understand your event will not make prime time. But if you are a Tabby’s Place cat, you are too good of a sport to care if you are a popular sport.
Some cats are dainty, with delicate paws and pert ears. Other cats are solid, with meaty toe beans and firm centers. Many Tabby’s Place cats are made of weightier matter.
The Pops, Grandpops, and miscellaneous Poppas and Pappys have been celebrated. The mortarboards have been thrown. The Strawberry Moon has set. June 2024 has been juiced to the last drop. The Tabby’s Place cats hereby welcome you to the Best Summer Ever.
That was a real nice draft, Thomas Jefferson. Your work shows promise, dear Mr. Hamilton. But when it comes to Declarations and Constitutions, Rori can take it from here.
You wily time-travelers, what are we going to do with you? Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.