In C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia, Lucy is the youngest and wisest of the children. She has not yet been infected with skepticism. She still believes in herself, so it is easy to believe in others. She still believes in love, so it is easy to be brave. The Lucy of Tabby’s Place is much […]
You have been waiting all your life for this day. I am not exaggerating. I am telling the truth. I am being Corny. This is your day to be Corny, too. Today is the day to Cherish the Kittens.
Editor’s note: What do you get when you take a timid tabby with FIV … add a couple with hearts of gold … and then bring in a baby brother? You get Remus’s dream come true. And today, you get to read all about it. Thank you, Awesome Adopters … you are everything we dream […]
The world is on the brink of a critical error. We are at risk of underestimating Rori. My friends, this cannot be.
If you’re looking to wrap up a gift for Aunt Mafalda, use tape. If you want to hide a cat’s pill, cheese makes a fine adhesive. But if it’s a flexible hold you need, rely on Velcro.
O, hairy licorice twist, how shall we describe you? You are the black cat who uses every crayon in the box. You are the alphabet in ecstasy. You are not dour, but Doury. You have chosen well.
Since 1911, International Women’s Day has been “a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural, and political achievements of women.” Tabby’s Place thrives on the brilliance, bravery, empathy, and energy of a legendary league of women. Our volunteers, staff, and donors are humble heroes. They tilt the arc of the universe towards love, on an […]
The world is a bewildering place for small mammals like you, me, and Colonel Peabody. People shout. Mercy gets lost in a pile of old papers. Boar’s Head announces that liverwurst “won’t be available for purchase or consumption, ever again.” (Peabody would have been OK if it were available for purchase but not consumption. Peabody […]
When you are in a hopeless situation, every day is Ash Wednesday. You don’t need a smudge on your forehead. You wear grief like a tattoo. You don’t need someone to say, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” You remember all too well. But when you are a Tabby’s Place […]