The main lobby at Tabby’s Place is often a hubbub of activity. Even so, it is the perfect place for staff, volunteers, and visitors to take a break and regroup with some friendly felines for company. Companionable cats fill the lobby with their warmth, zest, and shenanigans.
High self-monitoring is a strategy for humans negotiating social interactions. It is not a cat thing, especially not for Tabby’s Place cats who wear the orange collars that are basically caution signs.
Imagine: It’s a beautiful, sunshiny day. There’s the slightest breeze drifting through the solarium. Sharing the bench is a gigantic black cat with a white-tipped tail. He is purring softly.
Abacus is not a calculating device. Abacus is a black cat with a very tiny white locket on his chest. Whatever calculations Abacus calculates add up to magic.
Named for a luxurious and deceptively simple Italian dessert, Affogato might just be the sweetest and most affectionate creature that ever resided at Tabby’s Place.
One Sunday, I had a particularly lovely visit with Honey. The next day, I wrote the original version of this blog. The day after, Honey journeyed through the veil, crossed the rainbow bridge, and passed beyond my sight.
The words “steampunk cat” likely bring to mind metallic, anthropomorphized images and figurines, possibly bearing clocks and definitely all geared up. Most such felines can be found in shop windows and adult coloring books. Only Verne can be found at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary.
In American pop culture, four-leafed clovers have inspired superstitions, song performances, and breakfast cereal shapes. At Tabby’s Place, it’s a very young cat named Clover who does the inspiring, simply by being herself.
Our world is cheerfully cluttered. Objets d’art pique curiosity and start conversations. Objets des chats…well, they are something of a different matter.