The wall of Jericho
If you are looking for a cat cuter than Jericho, I’m sorry, but no such cats exist. If you are looking for a cat more complicated than Jericho, I’m sorry, but no such cats exist.
Pollyvision
It’s impressive, but she doesn’t do it to impress anyone. Polly is on a personal project, strictly between Polly and Polly. She climbs so she can see farther.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Years in the Making
Malora is melting. Maybe that’s thawing. Warming might be the better term.
Kitty Purry and Leonardo DiCatrio need your strength
OK, Tabby’s Place family. You know how we love around here. When one of us hurts, all of us hurt. When one of us is weak, the rest of us muster our strength. And right now, our sweetest teens need us to dream on their behalf. Kitty Purry and Leonardo DiCatrio have FIP.
Forever Loved: Dewie
How do we do this? I understand why people ask. If we can answer, maybe we can be ready next time. We can wrap that answer in a handkerchief and carry it in our pockets. The next time sadness is taller than we are, we can grasp that answer like a key, or an EpiPen, […]
Make someone Jolly
We know this blog is your primary source for answers to life’s greatest mysteries. So if you lay awake at night wondering, “what would the guy who sang ‘Frosty the Snowman‘ look like if he were a cat?” … you’re in the right place.
Epilogues: July 2025
At least once a week, someone tells me they are scared to visit Tabby’s Place. This always comes from someone blessed and challenged with a tender heart. They know their own softness. They fear they may not be able to bear the sight of cats who cannot walk, or seniors once discarded. They picture Tabby’s […]
Forever Loved: Abacus
In a world of lanterns and candles, Abacus was the bonfire. He would love to be remembered as the cat whose fever never broke.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Miss Lush and Plush
Left afloat is not the same as abandoned. Left in the care of Tabby’s Place is about as far from abandoned as can be imagined.
F’looky here
We call them many things. FeLVies. Fee-lukes. Besties. Heroes. Rapscallions. But we forget to call them “cats infected with the feline leukemia virus.” And we never, ever call them flukes.