My Bologna has a name
Have you ever stopped to think about the fact that you have a name? Have you ever fully appreciated that you do not share your name with lunch meat?
Let’s hear it for the mamas
You can hear a kitten’s piccolo meow from deep space. You can hear Hips‘s galumphing gallop all the way to Glockamora. But while youth and ego shout, the meek let their lives speak. They will never toot their own horns. So let’s hear it for the mamas.
The black-and-white cat of many colors
If the world were black and white, Luke would have camouflage. He would blend into the background. He would be unseen, unknown. But the world is not black and white.
Creative flight
There are two truths no casual observer will catch. One: Cats are proof that our universe is governed by love. Two: Every living creature is creative. Even you. Even Pegasus.
The best fiesta
No. It’s too tempting. I am strong enough to resist. I am not going to write about Cinco de Meow. I am not going to write about Cinco de Meow. I am not going to … unless Juel asks me to.
Tabby’s Place: The Next Generation
Saving cats calls for courage. We do not give up on any life. We love with all our strength. But sometimes, we get very sad and very tired. We feel tiny. At times like this, we need someone “little” to remind us why we’re here.
Epilogues: April 2025
Hang around Tabby’s Place, and you’ll hear peculiar things. “I need to squeeze six bladders before lunch.” “Half a salamander was found in Solarium B.” “We have a hostage situation in the back hallway. Hazey has the entire Junior Honor Society cornered. Negotiations have failed.” But there are three words you will never hear at […]
Forever Loved: Popples
Last summer, Tabby’s Place had the honor of rescuing graceful grey cats. Many graceful grey cats. Yet despite the family resemblance, each was one of a kind. Today, we are grieving the one and only Popples.
Graduation days
We are not living in a movie. We are living in life, which is better. But sometimes, we still cast characters. Lina hopes we will grow out of this.
Ned, Jed, and daily bread
The cats have many reasons to call us dingbats, dunderheads, and hairy turnips. For instance: We have the technology to install a fountain of mozzarella in the lobby, but we don’t. We deplete our beef nugget budget to buy “lint rollers,” which we then deploy to remove fur that (a) was placed with great intention […]