Forever Loved: Maxey
Maxey did not need a tail like a Disney squirrel. Maxey did not want a fearsome retrovirus. But somewhere between wants and needs, there is a soft place to land.
Wishing well
Penny, love, do you know how you shine? I can’t even say your name without that suffix, “love,” and that should tell you everything.
The fab fourteen
When does love make its landing? Do the wheels touch down only after some required minimum time in the air? Or does love define its own gravity? Fourteen cats depended on the answer.
All Bingled up
In a world of scorn and snark, you can count on cats to never dress you down. And yet, the earl of earnest felines happens to be all dressed up.
That thing we cannot do
We will do almost anything for our cats at Tabby’s Place. We will lay on the linoleum like earthworms to blink reassurance into their eyes. We will administer flotillas of squeeze-tuna. We will drive through the night to the emergency vet, regardless of cost. If they rise up and demand yak mousse from one specific […]
Forever Loved: Cora
How could we believe Cora was frail, when she loved from strength to strength? How do you prepare your heart for things your head always knew? How do you say “goodbye,” when every “hello” was a gift?
Babied Beluga
You may have heard the expression, “it’s my white whale.” A white whale is a ludicrous goal that you keep chasing even though it may be the end of you. A white whale is an obsession that threatens to eat you alive. We have no white whales at Tabby’s Place. We have a black-and-white whale.
Epilogues: December 2024
Who is this swaggering stranger introducing itself as 2025? What did it do with 2024, or 1981 for that matter? Do cats follow any calendar, other than the primordial cycle of giblets and nuggets? And most importantly: how does Theodosia, age one hundred nine, remain untouched by years?
Amber waves
At New Year’s, everybody talks about resolutions. I am learning that to love is to live without resolution.