Welcome to the jungle
It’s a jungle in here. If you thought Hunterdon County politics were wild, step into Suite B. Or C. Or FIV.
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It’s a jungle in here. If you thought Hunterdon County politics were wild, step into Suite B. Or C. Or FIV.
Sometimes even I know better than to ornament something with too-many words. On this Mardi Gras, the emphasis at Tabby’s Place is on the Gras.
If you’ve not yet done your holiday shopping, allow me to extend my condolences. The malls this week will be only slightly less tragic and messy than The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, without the benefit of Gordon Lightfoot. But where there are Tabby’s Place cats, there’s hope.
It happens all the time. You really get into a TV show and find yourself attached to the characters. Then, one of those stars decides he wants to do movies, explore his opportunities, and leave the show.
If they were human beans, the cats of Adoption Room #2 might be perfect fodder for a sitcom. Just picture it: a sweet-natured schizophrenic, two good-time guys who love to snuggle strangers and pee on the floor, and the prettiest, hissiest girl in town all live together. Hijinks ensue.