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?”
The boy in the bubble
Words you will never hear spoken to a cat at Tabby’s Place: “You are the second cutest.” “No, you are not the ruler of the galaxy.” “No, you are not Brad Pitt.” And most importantly: “You can’t live in a bubble.”
Advanced enrichment
We all get over-excited from time to time. This is a normal reaction to an Oscar nomination, the arrival of a pizza, or seeing a kitten (in increasing order of excitement, obviously). Still … it takes advanced skills to be too excited for your own eyeballs.
Thoroughly vetted
Today, we thank veterans. They have lived with courage so the world can live in peace. They have walked lonely roads of unseen sacrifice. They are shy about applause and accolades, uneasy with the word “hero.” And then … there are the cats.
Torch your heart
Have you ever had an epiphany thanks to a typo? I do not mean the mischief of AutoCorrect, which turns “I’m going to Target” into “I’m going to Tajikstan,” causing your dad to text back, “does your mother know about this?” I mean accidentally telling a Tabby’s Place supporter that Sassy is going to “torch […]
Epilogues: October 2025
Every October is a showboat. Not just every month boasts warty gourds, pumpkin-scented toilet paper, and toddlers dressed as Beetlejuice. But October 2025, you turned the fabulous up to ten.
Willow is not weeping
With apologies to those groovy long-haired trees in your backyard, the best Willow does not weep. The best Willow is so busy, she barely has time to sleep.
Surely
A cynic is nothing but a broken heart with scar tissue. Don’t tell them I told you. They might not like the implication: that they can heal. Just listen when they claim that nothing in life is certain. Listen, then tell them the story of Shirley.