You’re the one, sweet Izma. Of course it’s you. It was always you. It will always be you. But you’re not quite sure that’s a good thing. We understand.
Every year, usually soon after Memorial Day, Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers congregate in a garden to remember and honor beloved cats (and sometimes people) lost to us during the previous 12 months.
When you decide to adopt a cat, several questions are in order. “How am I so fortunate as to live in a world containing cats?” “How can I be worthy of a creature of infinite splendor?” And, most importantly, “why not … ?”
We work hard to prevent feline fatherhood at Tabby’s Place. This is the all-important “N” at the center of TNR. (That’s “Trap, Neuter, Return,” not “Turkey, Nuggets, Ravioli,” no matter what Bello tries to tell you.) But you can be a great Dad without having a single kitten. So today, we salute the top Pops […]
Quentin Tarantino is known for crackling dialogue, lots of cussin’, and stories that come together in the end. Squentin Tarantino is known for crackling dialogue, lots of cussin’, and … well, we haven’t reached the end yet.
Oh, no. Oh, my! OH, YES!! Nerf has found his forever home. MINE!!!
One in five orange cats is female. One in a million orange cats is a certified genius. One orange cat is Cleopatra.
There is only one month of the year that makes a philosophical statement simply by existing: “May.” Fortunately, one hundred percent of cats make philosophical statements simply by existing.
Cats sometimes find themselves in awkward positions. Here at Tabby’s Place, some particular positions include “hopeless situations.”
It is a pleasure welcoming new cats. New cats are nifty, awesome and swell. But old cats have a patina, and a double portion of panache. And old Smokey has fire that has nothing to do with age.