Epilogues: August 2023
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
Hmm. It would seem we are in the throes of a theme here.Sable, raven, ebony, charcoal, inky, graphite, glorious black cats.
Two, we have established, are better than one. But when are two even better than merely “better than one?” When is “better than one” such a weak, wimpy term that it’s an insult to the awesomeness of two?
With all apologies to the Oscar-nominated tour de force, our hearts belong to only one Precious at Tabby’s Place. And, I’m afraid, the latest news is almost enough to send us human Precious-adorers scuttling into a corners, rubbing our hands together with a glazed look in our eyes, and muttering, “My Precious…”
It’s inevitable. At least once a week, during the course of a tour of Tabby’s Place, a wide-eyed visitor will ask me, “Do you really know all of the cats’ names?” I understand their surprise – 100+ cats is a lot. But do you really know all of your friends and family members’ names? I’ll […]