Epilogues: June 2025
It’s summer. Kittens smaller than mozzarella sticks are melting our hearts. Cats of all sizes are processing the trauma of seeing humans in shorts. And the humid, hairy, heartbreaking world is stripping us all down to honesty.
It’s summer. Kittens smaller than mozzarella sticks are melting our hearts. Cats of all sizes are processing the trauma of seeing humans in shorts. And the humid, hairy, heartbreaking world is stripping us all down to honesty.
This is not a gossip column, but Xena Rosenberg has secrets that might be exposed herein by Xena herself.
Tabby’s Place never writes off a cat. Their needs may be daunting. Their fears may be ferocious. Their opinions of us may be … unprintable. No matter. We will not dismiss them. We will not give up on them. We will love them as they are. We do not write cats off. Even more astounding, […]
Bob is calling. Bob will keep calling. Bob is not into texting. Bob will leave as many voicemails as necessary.
Shoes, man! Wait. What? No. Ahem. Cats, man! Sneakers will surely forgive this trespass. Sneakers will forgive anything.
Someone must have told Nelson it is a wonderful thing to be a Tabby’s Place cat. He immediately decided that there is only one thing more wonderful: being all the Tabby’s Place cats, simultaneously.
She doesn’t use “product.” She doesn’t trust stylists. And the whole world is her magic school bus. So buckle up, ’cause we’re in for a frizzy ride.
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 … ?”