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Do you ever lay awake, wondering if you’re doing your part to promote world peace? Will history show that you took a stand for sympathy, empathy, and shrimp scampi? No? No problem. Uni is personally handling the situation.
Do you ever lay awake, wondering if you’re doing your part to promote world peace? Will history show that you took a stand for sympathy, empathy, and shrimp scampi? No? No problem. Uni is personally handling the situation.
Ahoy, me hearties! Avast ye! It might seem a wee bit strange, but Tabby’s Place is being run like a pirate ship these days. The cats (and several hundred people) are keeping things under smooth sail, no matter how the winds blow or when there are seas of change.
No. It’s too tempting. I am strong enough to resist. I am not going to write about Cinco de Meow. I am not going to write about Cinco de Meow. I am not going to … unless Juel asks me to.
“How do you remember their names?” “How do you tell them all apart?” They are reasonable questions. Still, I stammer every time. How do you explain how easy it is to know the cats?
When someone tells you they don’t like cats, you have two options. You can call the police. Or you can ask them, “why?” (While dialing the police.)
Anyone connected to Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary comes to understand that every story eventually becomes a sob story. Many stories begin that way too.
What do you do when you throw a party, but no one wants to dance? Well, you bring everyone to the neighbors’ house, of course.
You hear your anthem. Snoop Dogg is cheering your name. The whole world is your Number One Fan. One of two things is happening. Either you just won a gold medal in the Olympic Games… …or you are a Tabby’s Place cat on an unremarkable Thursday.
The Pops, Grandpops, and miscellaneous Poppas and Pappys have been celebrated. The mortarboards have been thrown. The Strawberry Moon has set. June 2024 has been juiced to the last drop. The Tabby’s Place cats hereby welcome you to the Best Summer Ever.