If you live long enough, you will get a little burnt. But if you live sweet enough, you won’t need to fudge the details.
Editor’s note: The images below may be disturbing. Be assured that Chester is doing wonderfully well and free from pain today. It is possible to forget how it feels to be touched. Hands go cold at the sight of your face. Smiles turn to stone when you slink by. It is lonely inside your skin, […]
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.
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 … […]
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?”
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.”
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.
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.
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 […]
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.