
There’s a lot of leaping involved in what we do at Tabby’s Place.
I don’t mean over dribbles of diarrhea. I don’t mean around sleeping cats. At least, I don’t mean exclusively those things.
I mean leaps of the faithful kind.

There’s a lot of leaping involved in what we do at Tabby’s Place.
I don’t mean over dribbles of diarrhea. I don’t mean around sleeping cats. At least, I don’t mean exclusively those things.
I mean leaps of the faithful kind.
There are no sacred cows at Tabby’s Place.
And, when one turns up, it tends to get promptly barbequed.
I’ve met mini-human beans who eat peas and carrots gamely enough…so long as they can eat around the peas. I know folks who will eat cake…so long as they can fastidiously dissect out any icing.
But when it comes to feline Dessert Kids, some things just can’t be separated, because some bonds are everlasting.
We’re fast approaching a year since the Dessert Kids began their journey to a sweeter life.
It was March of 2009 when Twinkie, Cupcake, Strudel and Trifle - and 89 of their closest friends - were rescued from the million-dollar home with four-foot high drifts of waste. Today, all 93 cats have found safe, loving placements, where they can begin the slow process of learning to live loved.
It’s been awhile since we checked in with the boys, Trifle and Strudel, here on Felis Catus, so it’s high time to remedy that.