Forever Loved: The One and Onlies
I originally titled this blog post, “Forever Loved: Too Many.” That would not have been inaccurate. But it would not have born witness to the cats we loved one by one.
Jamison’s diagnosis
Cats are enthusiastic about excess. They are not content with four treats, when they know there are ninety-six more in the bag. They will not depart your lap after one hour of cuddling, when that means their day has been a meager 4% cuddled. And they will not keep their levels of “lovable” under control.
We needed a win, Part II
Today we continue our journey through a difficult season in recent Tabby’s Place history. We pick up our story just after Graham’s devastating diagnosis… Like all bullies, death plays dirty, getting in a sucker punch when our guard is down. But for a moment, it looked like we would have a gulp of good news […]
We needed a win, Part I
Rescue is a never-ending tug of war between life and death. Let even one small cat pull your heartstrings, and you are in it. You will be deliriously happy, wide awake to what you were born for. You will be wounded, muddied, and yanked to the brink of your own strength. Your gladness and grief […]
Let her lead
If you tell Elsbeth she is a leader, she will look around to see if you are talking to someone else. Who, me? You must be mistaken. I am only a granny cat, minus the grandkittens. But if you let her lead, you will be amazed what follows.
Forever Loved: Cupcake
You know Cupcake and Cupcake and Cupcake. But Cupcake the Fourth was the best-kept-secret recipe.
Vive le Roi François!
As its own sovereign nation, the Republic of Tabby’s Place is at liberty to establish holidays. There is St. Squeezemeat’s Day, in honor of the genius who first packed liquid poultry into a Go-Gurt tube. There is Skritchmas, a solemn observance of chin rubs and forehead boops. Every third Thursday, the cats thank their Maker […]
Sam just as he am
No cat, in the History of Cat, has ever been boring. The smallest kitten is a museum of enigmas. So, naturally, a cat as large as Sam swells with surprises.
When you are no longer small
When you are no longer small, you may not fit on every wish list. Your tail is too long, and your tale is too long, and your belly rolls out of the baby bed. But when you are no longer small, you get the chance to be large. Just ask Gladys and Leodis.
Fudge Sundays
Rainbow sprinkles make a festive sight. Whipped cream is a ruffly riot of fun. But for a serious ice cream sundae, you need Fudge.