‘Tis the season for commencement speeches, graduations and Big Scary Exciting Transitions. As usual, the cats will not be left out of the drama.
When is a kitten not just a kitten? When he’s (a) a fur boa, (b) an interlitter peacemaker and (c) all that and five bags of chips. Phillie is no ordinary kitten.
By now, we shouldn’t have been surprised…but we couldn’t help it. Not another one. Yes, yet another cat had come to Tabby’s Place with the name…(sigh) Oreo. We couldn’t – we wouldn’t – leave him to the fate of being the 900,000th 6th Oreo at Tabby’s Place (and the third simultaneously). Something had to be […]
…for Sorbet. Actually, we scream for Gelato, too – though in his case, it’s all over but…well, the screaming.
It has been brought to my attention that, while I take many pictures of all the Tabby’s Place cats, I take a fully appropriate disproportionate number of pictures of Webster (say, 50 one hundred meeeellion a month). And isn’t that rather unfair? To quote various British people: bollocks.
Fact: sometimes the eyes do not have it. If they did, Tanya would have been gone from Tabby’s Place a long time ago. As it turns out, it’s a good thing the girl with the green platter-eyes wasn’t scooped up for her beauty…because she was meant to be chosen for her spirit.
Sometimes it all catches me off guard. All of a sudden, I’ll see a photo of one precious soul in his forever home, and it will hit me: This cat was a breath away from death. This love, this happiness, this meant-to-be family, almost didn’t happen. And I remember all over again that we get to […]
My first high school boyfriend declared that “our song” would be none other than Chumbawumba’s Tubthumping. Yes, the ditty with deeply romantic lyrics like “He drinks a whiskey drink, he drinks a vodka drink, he drinks a lager drink, he drinks a cider drink.” I should have known that relationship wasn’t meant to last. But today, I’m […]
“Sam” has been a name associated with invincible coolness at Tabby’s Place. The original Sammy lived and thrived long beyond his “expiration date.” The unsinkable Sammie whupped congestive heart failure’s tail for three years. One-and-a-half-eyed tabby Sam was the epitome of sweetness. And, now, zingy little sable Sam has landed the dream of all Samuels: a […]
I once saw a sign proudly announcing the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. Whatever that’s all about, it’s odd, it’s proud to be odd, and that is ten million kinds of awesome. And, now, it seems that three of our cats have decided to start their own branch.