The boy in the bubble
Words you will never hear spoken to a cat at Tabby’s Place: “You are the second cutest.” “No, you are not the ruler of the galaxy.” “No, you are not Brad Pitt.” And most importantly: “You can’t live in a bubble.”
Advanced enrichment
We all get over-excited from time to time. This is a normal reaction to an Oscar nomination, the arrival of a pizza, or seeing a kitten (in increasing order of excitement, obviously). Still … it takes advanced skills to be too excited for your own eyeballs.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Torch Bearer
At Tabby’s Place, it is no rare thing to hear words such as “slain” and “flattened” upon someone meeting a new resident. Maybe it’s just me saying such things, but it’s a regular occurrence when magical beings like Odessa fill the suites.
Thoroughly vetted
Today, we thank veterans. They have lived with courage so the world can live in peace. They have walked lonely roads of unseen sacrifice. They are shy about applause and accolades, uneasy with the word “hero.” And then … there are the cats.
Torch your heart
Have you ever had an epiphany thanks to a typo? I do not mean the mischief of AutoCorrect, which turns “I’m going to Target” into “I’m going to Tajikstan,” causing your dad to text back, “does your mother know about this?” I mean accidentally telling a Tabby’s Place supporter that Sassy is going to “torch […]
Epilogues: October 2025
Every October is a showboat. Not just every month boasts warty gourds, pumpkin-scented toilet paper, and toddlers dressed as Beetlejuice. But October 2025, you turned the fabulous up to ten.
Willow is not weeping
With apologies to those groovy long-haired trees in your backyard, the best Willow does not weep. The best Willow is so busy, she barely has time to sleep.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Zero Gravity
A cat slowly nudges a full glass of water to the edge of a precipice, relishing the moments of anticipation until, inescapably, gravity’s pull slams home with a crash and a splash.
Surely
A cynic is nothing but a broken heart with scar tissue. Don’t tell them I told you. They might not like the implication: that they can heal. Just listen when they claim that nothing in life is certain. Listen, then tell them the story of Shirley.
In the circle of souls
At middle school dances, there is sometimes an unscripted moment that makes the awkward years worthwhile. Without command or choreography, the scared and scattered youth form a circle around one of their own. Instead of becoming afraid, the tween at the center becomes a dancer.