To assemble a supercommittee
Apparently the country’s in the very best of hands. They tell me that our debt problems are in the care of a supercommittee. As best I can tell, any committee worthy of being called super must be made up of cats.
Tickle me not
There’s no fail-safe formula for finding a cat’s sweet spot at Tabby’s Place. Trial and error are often in order, and the game of “musical cats” goes on until everyone’s happy. At least, everyone feline.
They who must be obeyed
There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place. That’s true in at least two senses.
Firecrackers
The significance of Independence Day is largely lost on cats. After all, every day is Independence Day when you’re feline.
Tabby’s Place: the Next Generation
If this post’s subject line were a TV show, you just know Jonathan would be our Captain Picard. Only with hair. And a tendency to use the word “shmoldie.” But this is even better: you have an opportunity to help the cats and yourself thanks to the amazing team at Next Generation Trust Services.
Ivan and the unbearable
We try to be pretty open-minded at Tabby’s Place, but some things just don’t go together. Peanut butter and ketchup. Dobro and a ruffled lavender bonnet. Kenny G and my ears. Kittens and The Pit Of Stench.
Vlad the prevailer
You’ve heard, perhaps, of Shoeless Joe Jackson. But I’m going to guess you may not have heard of Toeless Vladimir Doyle.
Dances with ocelots
What’s cute and tiny and shimmies all over? I’ll give you one more clue: she has more spots than a pimply teenager and all 101 dalmatians combined.