Epilogues: July 2026
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
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Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]
Following yesterday‘s final photo, you may be asking yourself one question. Who do you think you are, collecting your jar board of hearts? Well, I’ll tell you who we are (and I apologize for the especially cheesy musical reference there). We are the land of 1,000 adoptions.
Do you ever wonder if you’re the only one who…? There are so many ways to finish that sentence, and all of them feel lonely.
There are many stellar things about freedom and liberty and all that. (No, don’t worry, I’m not about to announce my candidacy for president.) Perhaps one of the most stellar is the right to make up words.