Forever Loved: Miss Kitty
Her name was as common as a generic grey sweatshirt. Her habitat was cubbies and crannies, cul-de-sacs off the main street of attention. But the quietest cat in the Tabby’s Place Lobby knew how to love, loud and clear.
Tiloki plus Kannu
They have a solarium, but their strength is not in the sunbeams. They have a daily Conga line of snacks, but their fullness is not in the food. They have a longer line of admirers than the free sample guy at Costco, even when he has those little raviolis that remind you how good it […]
Smudge’s age of adoration
Humans try to blur our pores, mask our crinkles, and moisturize away the memories our faces made. But a senior cat would never hide the truth about his age. Why obliterate what should be celebrated? Why fudge what could be Smudged?
Stormiee’s uncloudy day
She had to leave Queens, but she was not dethroned. She lost her home, but not her place among the precious. And she goes by Stormiee, but the forecast is bright.
What’s poppin’?
Far be it from us to promote irresponsible feline fatherhood. We educate our residents in avoiding unwise romantic escapades. Which is to say, we neuter them. But, we cannot control acts of canoodling that occurred prior to their coming to Tabby’s Place.
Forever Loved: Steven
“Steven.” “Steeeeee-ven!” “Steeeeeeeeeeeee! VEN!” Steven. No cat has ever had a more wonderful name.
Billy the kid
Billy is fourteen years old. There is nothing remarkable about that. But Billy is fourteen years old in both feline and human terms. And that may be the most remarkable thing since middle school.
Name that diabetic
We would prefer a different game. Give us Boggle, Battleship, or Ticket to Ride. We realize Monopoly is off the table. Olive already owns all the properties, and if you land on Boardwalk, she will bite you. But “Name That Diabetic” is the game we can’t refuse, so we play to win.
Oh! Dessa
Cats pick up language more quickly than we do. The average kitten can understand metaphor, allegory, and knock-knock jokes in English, Swahili, and Klingon before they are even the size of a granola bar. But among all fluent felines and tabby translators, there is a rare prodigy. Behold Odessa, the neon communicator.
It’s not quackery
If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck, it’s probably a duck. But if it walks like a granny in new Reeboks and talks continually, it’s definitely Ducky.