Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Oliver! Restaged
Oliver! is an orange and white swirl of cream and sherbet. He needs…nay, demands…to be celebrated with a musical all of his own. Yes, his name should be punctuated with an exclamation point.
Oliver! is an orange and white swirl of cream and sherbet. He needs…nay, demands…to be celebrated with a musical all of his own. Yes, his name should be punctuated with an exclamation point.
Some cats are dainty, with delicate paws and pert ears. Other cats are solid, with meaty toe beans and firm centers. Many Tabby’s Place cats are made of weightier matter.
Reality TV is overrated. Too many people, not enough cats. That’s where Tabby’s Place comes in.
Love stories permeate everything from literature to popular streaming series. Some of the most endearing unfold at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary.
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.