Tra-la…
…it’s May. The lusty month of May, to be exact. This fact is not lost on our lobby cats.
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It is not wise to accuse a cat of being late. Or early. Or a fan of Nicki Minaj. Or otherwise wrong. Especially if said cat is Elmo.
Keeping up with cats can be like Whac-a-Mole. Speaking of which, was anyone else ever troubled by the whole premise? Aren’t there things far more whackworthy than cute, furry moles? I guess “Whac Injustice” or “Whac The Darkness In One’s Own Soul” isn’t quite as arcade-worthy. But I digress.
Old Tabby’s Place lore is shrouded in mystery, myth and cat hair. Why did the cats’ identification numbers start at 10, not 0? Just how many cats named Oreo have been here over the years? And how did the suites get their names?
Tonight, we’ll all see a Super Moon rising. There’s just one thing even more super than this. Tell me true: what’s superior to Supernanny, a supermajority, Super Mario, and even the Price is Right’s famous Superball?
So you’ve made it out of a high-kill shelter and into Tabby’s Place: awesome! But now it’s been over five years, and you’ve seen the cast of characters in your suite change, again and again and again. This business of being the cat with the longest-ever continuous stay at Tabby’s Place is getting old. Tabby’s […]