He was born the colors of sandcastles, with vacation in his eyes. He has more fringe than a cowboy costume, and applied to have his name legally changed to “The Rootin’ Tootin’ Ringoes Kid.” Bernard never said he was a saint. But he never said he wasn’t.
Don’t call him “Michael.” It’s a respectable name, worthy of Jordans, Foxes, and one excellent Bublé. It’s just not Mikey‘s name.
If you are looking for a cat cuter than Jericho, I’m sorry, but no such cats exist. If you are looking for a cat more complicated than Jericho, I’m sorry, but no such cats exist.
It’s impressive, but she doesn’t do it to impress anyone. Polly is on a personal project, strictly between Polly and Polly. She climbs so she can see farther.
OK, Tabby’s Place family. You know how we love around here. When one of us hurts, all of us hurt. When one of us is weak, the rest of us muster our strength. And right now, our sweetest teens need us to dream on their behalf. Kitty Purry and Leonardo DiCatrio have FIP.
How do we do this? I understand why people ask. If we can answer, maybe we can be ready next time. We can wrap that answer in a handkerchief and carry it in our pockets. The next time sadness is taller than we are, we can grasp that answer like a key, or an EpiPen, […]
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At least once a week, someone tells me they are scared to visit Tabby’s Place. This always comes from someone blessed and challenged with a tender heart. They know their own softness. They fear they may not be able to bear the sight of cats who cannot walk, or seniors once discarded. They picture Tabby’s […]
In a world of lanterns and candles, Abacus was the bonfire. He would love to be remembered as the cat whose fever never broke.
We call them many things. FeLVies. Fee-lukes. Besties. Heroes. Rapscallions. But we forget to call them “cats infected with the feline leukemia virus.” And we never, ever call them flukes.