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Poor Trent

“Poor Trent.” The text message could have meant any number of things. Trent might just be on the receiving end of Hips‘ hooliganism. Trent might be trapped under Bello as an unwitting pillow. Trent might be receiving cat food, when he specifically requested lobster Florentine. Or Trent might be …

Tootsie on a roll

There has never, not once in the history of ever, been a tortoiseshell cat who was not splendid. They all have IQs over 280 and the ability to broker world peace (although, for secret reasons, they have not used it). They are more elegant than Audrey Hepburn and more excellent than tacos. Their egos are […]

Apricot ink

Tabby’s Place never writes off a cat. Their needs may be daunting. Their fears may be ferocious. Their opinions of us may be … unprintable. No matter. We will not dismiss them. We will not give up on them. We will love them as they are. We do not write cats off. Even more astounding, […]