Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
To be loved for who we are — this is what we long for, live for, were put on this earth to taste. Sometimes, though, we have to stomach counterfeit love before the real thing locks into place.
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.
If you Google “cat quotes,” you’ll find a wealth of words about art: “The smallest feline is a masterpiece,” said Leonardo da Vinci. “Dude, so true,” said Albert Schweitzer. “In fact, There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life – music and cats.” “Word!” said Edgar Allan Poe. “I wish I could […]
Following yesterday‘s final photo, you may be asking yourself one question. Who do you think you are, collecting your jar board of hearts? Well, I’ll tell you who we are (and I apologize for the especially cheesy musical reference there). We are the land of 1,000 adoptions.
Be it known: there are exactly zero cats in this world who are sub-spectacular. However, there are certain specimens who are simply in a class of their own. And today, the nicest class in the whole dang world is in session.
Back in middle school, I had a good friend who was known for exclaiming, during tough times, “How am I expected to remain victorious under these circumstances??!” Yeah. I was a weird middle schooler. (I’ve changed a lot not at all.) But, today, the news is wall-to-wall victorious.