Watching Mary Poppins as a child gave me great expectations. I thought I would meet fun-loving chimney sweeps everywhere, bursting into song and clicking their heels for the sheer joy of soot. I lived four sad decades without hearing a single “chim chim cher-ee.” But the wait is over. Sootie is here.
Hang around Tabby’s Place, and you’ll hear peculiar things. “I need to squeeze six bladders before lunch.” “Half a salamander was found in Solarium B.” “We have a hostage situation in the back hallway. Hazey has the entire Junior Honor Society cornered. Negotiations have failed.” But there are three words you will never hear at […]
It was not a pumpkin-shaped golden carriage that brought a cinder-colored cat to Tabby’s Place a short time ago.