Shaggy luck
Tabby’s Place has yet to welcome a cat from Ireland. Lebanon? Legions. Oman, oh yes. Okinawa, you got it. Turkey? Only the perkiest. But not even our Dublin Dudes were actual emissaries from the Emerald Isle.
Meaty meaning
In 2023, it’s excruciatingly easy to live inside our heads. Fortunately, we are surrounded by beefy beasts who will drag us out to play.
Walk on
Every cat goes to bed satisfied that he saved the world that day. They are all correct. Since they go to bed and get up again eighteen times a day, this is quite an accomplishment.
No that, no this
We think we live in a cause-and-effect universe. Cassie knows we live in a celestial kitchen.
Epilogues: February 2023
We know you come to Tabby’s Place for unflinching journalistic integrity. You know the foundation of a free society is a feline press. You count on us for the hard-hitting questions that no one else is asking. To that end: “What does Chicken do at night?”
Forever loved: Crinkle Bob
I don’t typically write eulogies for adopted cats. But there was nothing typical about Crinkle Bob.
Durable
Durin‘s immune system leaves a bit to be desired. Durin’s track record has left no desire unfulfilled.
Forever loved: Malva
At Tabby’s Place, we enjoy bending our brains with this scrumptious question: “can you picture (insert cat here) as a kitten?” Can you just imagine Angelo as a smidge of a snow angel? Or Grecca when her crescendo was a chirp? Or Malva when she was the size of a Mallomar?
Fathom the fat
Winter straggles, and we sigh. But into the bony bramble comes a plump promise. Into the wizened cold comes one purple-green day. Into our leanest moment comes the largesse of cats. The largest cats.