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.
I want to tell you about Tinker, though it may seem there is little to say. I want to tell you about Tinker, though we could not disassemble death in time. I want to tell you about Tinker, because every hair on his head mattered.
Their favorite Beatle is Ringo. They think Whoopee Cushions are hilarious. They wish they had phones, so they could prank call Jonathan to say he just won ten million Doritos. Tapenade and Polaroid only seem solemn.
“Poor Trent.” The text message could have meant any number of things. Trent might just be on the receiving end of Hips‘ hooliganism. Trent might be trapped under Bello as an unwitting pillow. Trent might be receiving cat food, when he specifically requested lobster Florentine. Or Trent might be …
There are times when life feels like quicksand up to our necks. There are mornings when it takes all your strength to crawl out of the soil. These are the hours we must remember Papillon.
You have perhaps heard the tragedy of Dorian Gray. You have yet to hear the comedy of Dorian the silver.
It is not always in our power to roll along merrily. But it is always possible to roll along Merrilly.
There has never, not once in the history of ever, been a tortoiseshell cat who was not splendid. They all have IQs over 280 and the ability to broker world peace (although, for secret reasons, they have not used it). They are more elegant than Audrey Hepburn and more excellent than tacos. Their egos are […]
There’s an expression you hear around Independence Day: “Land of the Free because of the brave.” It’s a reminder not to take liberty for granted. It’s a nudge to give thanks for the courageous ones who have given greatly. It’s a sentiment Dawn appreciates.
Right now, we have a special
opportunity for donations to be matched, up to $22,000.
Tabby’s Place rescues sweet seniors who have nowhere else to turn. Their hearts are full of love, and these gentle souls deserve tenderness, respect, and excellent care.
Please give from your golden heart, so senior cats can have happy golden years. Your
donation will go where it is most needed.
Harriet, age 16, was once forgotten and alone. A car accident left her with life-threatening
injuries. But the best days of Harriet’s life were ahead: she became a Tabby’s Place cat.
Surgery saved her life, and love mended her broken heart. Today, this shaggy sweetheart
reigns in our Executive Director’s office, receiving world-class care for her kidney
disease and arthritis.
Steven, age 15, has lived at Tabby’s Place all his life. He may have numerous Special
Needs, but Steven is as happy as springtime itself. Our little “elder statescat” is thriving
through his golden years, enfolded in love and adored by all.
Absolutely! You may mail your tax-deductible donation to
Tabby’s Place
1100 US Highway 202
Ringoes, NJ 08551.
Please feel free to contact Development Director Angela Townsend at
We are honored to serve the kittens with you.