I’m convinced of it: each cat rolls around in a giant vat of Awesome before coming to Tabby’s Place. Although we have zero non-awesome cats, there are more varieties of awesome than there are flavors of ramen (which is also rather awesome…but I digress). Some awesome cats sparkle, some shimmer…and one opalesces.
Who knows what dreams may be had under the couch? All I can say is that they must be sweet, because all those days spent under the couch and dreaming have led to some stellar waking hours for Eloise and Lady Grey.
We presently have a litter of kittens named after members of the Dave Matthews Band, who would surely appreciate this post’s title – but it isn’t about them. No, it’s about the way a terrified cat’s under-the-couch-time can be time well spent.
Some cats’ names make perfect sense. Exhibit A: Mr. Grey. Other cats’ names gleefully make zero sense. Exhibit B: Nuttin. And then there are the names that fit the cat in one sense…and are a spectacular mis-fit in another. Like Cutie.
If you should stroll into Cafe Adoption Room #2 and find that you’re not in the mood for a Twinkie, a Trifle, a Cupcake or a Strudel, there’s now a fifth option on the menu of scared cats. The one and only Marischka has joined the cats rescued from the Chester hoarding situation – a.k.a. the […]