Take one Easter. Throw in the excitement of the Linda Fund. Yield: one very busy blogger. Please accept my big mea culpa for the long stretch of quiet here on Felis Catus this week. Better yet…please accept one big giant enormous colossal cat.
What’s that they say about those who don’t learn from history? Ah, yes: they are doomed to repeat it in summer school.
There’s just no way to make this easy. You’d think that, if there was such a thing as a “good death” or an “easy goodbye,” we’d have found it at Tabby’s Place by now. But there’s not – death is a thief every single time. Losing kittens is wrong. Losing elderly cats is wrong. Sudden […]
It’s been a long, strange trip for a certain ceiling cat. No, not that one. This one.
Cats and weird women get a bad rap. As one of the latter who cherishes the former, I do my part to fight that sort of silliness.
It was a normal morning at Tabby’s Place. I was on the early morning rounds, feeding the kitties and giving them meds. When we do morning or evening rounds, we always do a head count to make sure everyone is accounted for and doing okay. I entered Suite C with my clipboard and began the […]
The Shakers tell me it’s a gift to be simple. If we connect the dots, then, we can see that it must be a gift to be Mervyn.
We try to be pretty open-minded at Tabby’s Place, but some things just don’t go together. Peanut butter and ketchup. Dobro and a ruffled lavender bonnet. Kenny G and my ears. Kittens and The Pit Of Stench.
There are three Adoption Rooms at Tabby’s Place: cozy nooks fit for lucky handfuls of cats. Behind door #3 are the little old ladies. Behind door #2 are Max, Trey and his lady. And behind door #1…well, there you’ll find the wild women of Tabby’s Place.