As if it weren’t enough to adopt an elderly, “imperfect” cat; as if it weren’t enough to champion the praises of elderly, “imperfect” cats to all who would listen; as if it weren’t enough to become one of our most fabulous volunteers; Carrie M. has penned the following for our delight. Enjoy.
We debate the following to no end at Tabby’s Place: Is it easier to say goodbye when we’ve had a long time to prepare? Or does the suddenness of loss spare us a searing season of grief?
The Pink Moon is coming. The crocuses are about to break winter’s chains. And I have exciting news for you, in quadruplicate.
There are things you can’t make up. Things you shouldn’t make up. Things you couldn’t make up. A black-and-white cat named Sylvester eating yellow birds is one of them.
Calling all Celts, non-Celts and kittens. A certain fair lass is in need of all the prayers on both sides of the Irish Sea.
Psi is the 23rd letter of the Greek alphabet. Psi is a symbol for psychology, psychiatry, paranormal psychology, and Raphael of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. And most of all, Psi is a cat of impossible coolness.
You may think you’ve heard this story before. You may rub your eyes to be sure you haven’t seen this face before.
Sometimes 28 days can feel like the longest month of the year. This was no ordinary February.
Ash Wednesday has arrived. Numberless believers will accept a smudge of ashes today, a reminder that we’re dust, we’re fragile, we’re broken, and we desperately need Easter’s Resurrection. Laden with tradition, this is a mysterious, meaningful day for millions the world over. As masters of meaning, the Tabby’s Place cats have, of course, co-opted the […]
Today marks the eve of Lent, that serious season when folks make a spiritual practice of fasting from such things as injustice and selfishness and chocolate and Facebook. But before all that introspective stuff, folks get fat, Tuesday-style. So, of course, do cats.