Sitting Tuesday
Today is “Giving Tuesday.” Every nonprofit on Earth will ask you to stand up for something good. But Tabby’s Place challenges you to sit down for someone great.
Babies of the fam
One day, all the grown-ups are jostling for the chance to hold you. The next, some precious little potato is purring in the palms of their hands. It’s never easy to give up the title, “Baby of the Family.”
The big adventure
Today is the start of Advent, a four-week countdown to Christmas Day. You may remember paper calendars with little doors, yielding chocolate that tasted like old soap but was nevertheless wonderful. It is a season of expectation and anticipation. It is “patience boot camp” for hasty creatures. It comes naturally to heavenly creatures. By whom, […]
Thanks for coming all this way
Dear Honored Guests, This is the day when we give thanks. If we knew the glory of being alive, we would give thanks every day. But unlike you, we are only human, so today is one day we remember to remember.
Poppa don’t preach
Editor’s note: This post was written before a particular course of events unfolded. Stay ’til the dessert course, and all shall be revealed. XO, AT If we are grateful, Thanksgiving tastes like truth. If we are human, Thanksgiving tastes … complicated. If we are at Tabby’s Place, there is a cat at the head of […]
Brownie’s point
If you live long enough, you will get a little burnt. But if you live sweet enough, you won’t need to fudge the details.
Chester’s touch
Editor’s note: The images below may be disturbing. Be assured that Chester is doing wonderfully well and free from pain today. It is possible to forget how it feels to be touched. Hands go cold at the sight of your face. Smiles turn to stone when you slink by. It is lonely inside your skin, […]
Arm shortage
At Tabby’s Place, everyone’s basic needs are met. We know how much pâté to order each month. We maintain a strategic reserve of neon mice. But we are facing a critical shortage of arms.
Thanksgiving with your family
It’s almost time, my little sweet potatoes. The paper cups are full of poultry. Anka has groomed himself to Great Aunt Gertrude’s standards. Gator promises not to chomp into anyone’s leg like a drumstick.* *Unless they bring up politics, discourage him from auditioning for The Golden Bachelor, or arrive without actual drumsticks. All that’s missing … […]
Common names
It is the third most common question we hear at Tabby’s Place, right after “Don’t you want to adopt them all?” and “Um…I think you have something on your shirt?” We hear it almost daily: “Where do the cats’ names come from?”