‘Tis the season for commencement speeches, graduations and Big Scary Exciting Transitions. As usual, the cats will not be left out of the drama.
It has been brought to my attention that, while I take many pictures of all the Tabby’s Place cats, I take a fully appropriate disproportionate number of pictures of Webster (say, 50 one hundred meeeellion a month). And isn’t that rather unfair? To quote various British people: bollocks.
Once upon a time, there was a Suite Marmalade. Then there wasn’t, and then there was, and now there is again…in a new form.
Take one very orange suite at Tabby’s Place. Happily remove three parts of orangeness; add one part torbie. Suddenly, Suite Marmalade isn’t quite so…well, so marmalade after all.
Funny thing about christening Adoption Room #1 “Suite Marmalade.” That title of great orangeness has turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy…and the more orange things change, the more orange things stay the same.
Surprise, surprise. Come nightfall, the biggest ginger guy in Adoption Room #1 isn’t so fearful after all. At least, not around marmalade sorts.
Any self-respecting 3-year-old can tell you that the grouping of objects is easy. Round pegs all go into round holes. You don’t put violins and armadillos in the same category. And, if you do, your friends on Sesame Street will remind you that “one of these things just doesn’t belong.” But how does one go about […]
We talk a lot on this blog about adoptions that are meant to be. But the fact is, sometimes they aren’t.
Take one marmalade aspiring Houdini. Add the soulful sweetie who’s the last kid from her family picked for the adoption team. Blend with Mr. Adopter Jr. Within a week, ingredients will yield one forever family.
If there’s one thing more disturbing than an “evil” kitten, it’s a missing kitten. For that reason, sweet-as-pudding Steve wins the “most disturbing kitten” award at Tabby’s Place this week.