If ever a cat deserved a trip to a fabulous diner, it would be Graham. Pile his plate with eggs sunny-side-up. He’s had enough scrambling for a lifetime. Curl the bacon into a smile, for he escaped death’s frown. Stack the pancakes as high as heaven. They make a fine loveseat for butter. Better yet, […]
On July 31st, fifteen cats came to Tabby’s Place from Beirut, Lebanon. We protectively called them “the kids.” They were our kids. But, we were mistaken if we thought the Beirut Fifteen were porcelain baby dolls. These cats are cedars.
Tommy heard you were worried about him. Tommy heard you felt sorry for him. Tommy wants you to know something. Tommy doesn’t need that.
The whole year has led to today. It’s here, dear ones: the Linda Fund Matching Challenge. This is the cats’ moment. This is your moment. This was almost not Dahlia‘s moment.
When your life is as juicy as Mandarin‘s, each day pours out questions. Will Rihanna wrap around you like a clementine peel? Will soft hands cup your chin like a lemon drop? Will you get your recommended daily dose of Vitamin See Me?
Beauty does not belong just to the bronzed and shimmering. Beauty is not the perfect nose, or the cheek uncreased by smile lines. Beauty is as beauty does. Chester did “beautiful” with every follicle.
When a cat arrives at Tabby’s Place, our intake team jots down first impressions for the rest of the staff. “Sasquatch feet. Sweet and nervous. Go slow.” “Looks like a Muppet. Loud and spicy for handling.” This is helpful background information. But one new arrival has no interest in keeping to the background. After all, […]
It’s not easy being born with eyes like maple syrup. You can’t stop hoping there is breakfast on the far side of the long, long night. You can’t stop believing life will someday be sweet, despite all evidence to the contrary. You can’t get unstuck from your own good heart, even if you try.
“Extensions are unlikely to be granted.” This is bad news when it comes from your Chemistry professor. This is far worse news when it comes from a crowded animal shelter. But Merv didn’t watch much news.
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?