Someone once said, “If you want to know who somebody is, watch what they do when there’s nothing to do.” What do they do when it’s too early for the movie? What do they do in the waiting room with no magazines? What do they do on an extended stay in Suite D? Ask Mr. […]
Grand Central Station in New York City is a pretty busy place. So is Tabby’s Place! As evidenced by the presence of Kenzo, Suite B is challenging the train terminals for busiest of known spaces.
Far be it from us to call a cat a turkey. But, hypothetically, if we had to assign a Tabby’s Place resident that title, Anka would be the winner. We want you to win, too. We want you to break our hearts. We want you to adopt Anka.
Staying little is one of the bravest feats on Earth. Only a big heart will attempt it. Olivia has the biggest heart in the land.
Chaz has been through more than we know. Chaz says that’s enough to know. Now, can we get back to smiling, please?
In all the land, there is only one Gator. We currently have him. He is ours. We want you to take him. We want you to break our hearts.
A-tisket, a-tasket, fruit kittens in a…bowl? With un-rhyme and reason, Tabby’s Place is experiencing yet another extended kitten season.
His natural spices are strictly sweet. No one would call him salty. Yet the diagnosis was clear: we had an uncured Salami on our hands.
He strolls, but he makes someone else do the strolling. He pulls out his hair, but only to confirm he’d be a handsome Sphynx. He’s Arnold, and he makes everything look good.