Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: In Her Element
Shy little Gallium is a force of nature. As such, it might be unsurprising that she was also the source of a very big scary event.
Shy little Gallium is a force of nature. As such, it might be unsurprising that she was also the source of a very big scary event.
There is a force that keeps love in orbit. There is a green that can’t be seen. There is a cat named Baby Yoda in Jonathan’s office.
When you are a Tabby’s Place cat, you infuse every square inch of time with importance. There are no mundane months around here. Yet even our gourds and ladies know: there is something about October.
When the Bad Times are over and the Good Times begin, everything is immediately delightful. All the anxiety evaporates. Worry is terminated. Mirth covers the earth. Right. This may be true if you are a rag doll, or a polyester cat with plastic eyes.
Oh, kittens! If ever we needed cats, it’s now. We are in Olympics withdrawal. Target is trying to boondoggle us into believing we are behind on holiday shopping. And no matter where we hide, it is still an election year.
He’s still deciding if Tabby’s Place is the Ritz. He’s overwhelmed by life, liberty, and the number of flavors of Cheez-Its. But if you’re looking for a cat more wholesome than a Wheat Thin and cuter than a Goldfish, Triscuit is the salt of your earth.