I often think about the human beans at the “sending shelters.” That’s a nice way of saying “the places from which we bust cats loose.”
Two words can strike elation into even the hardest heart: kitten season. And, this spring, one of the most gifted writers and volunteers I know is kind enough to chronicle our little ones’ adventures here on Felis Catus. There’s one catch: this dear scribe, hereafter known as Fuzzball, wishes to remain anonymous. So with great joy, I […]
Does anyone else remember Sylvanian Families, the tiny, vaguely humanoid woodland creatures from the late 80s? For each species (bear, rabbit, squirrel…) you could collect the mom, dad, brother and sister – sold separately, of course. As a little girl, I wanted them all. But, nowadays, all I want is one Sylvan(ian) family.
There are at least two kinds of hearts. On one hand, there’s that fist-sized muscle that pumps life from head to toe. Then there’s the Valentine shaped affection-thing that hangs out with hugs and kisses and the color pink. You need one to survive; you need the other to live.
I think it’s fair to say that we love every single adopter who joins the Tabby’s Place family. But I confess I have a soft spot the size of Mongolia for those adopters who send letters “home” from their alumni. So it is with great delight that I share the latest from none other than […]
We do a lot of “new math” at Tabby’s Place. For instance, four identical small sable felines+ one orange goofball = one of the grooviest cat quintets ever born.
Now, I’m as whimsical as any girl raised on Narnia and Tolkien and Strawberry Shortcake. But even I know that certain things do not exist: Vegan cheese that tastes like cheese. Bad John Hughes movies. Great tomatoes from outside New Jersey. Unadoptable cats.
Here’s a riddle for the maddest hatters among you: what looks like a kitten, sounds like a stone and is technically a tween? No, it’s not the latest Disney pop star: it’s tiny Jade.
Two is often better than one. Especially when it’s a very royal dessert sandwich.
I’ve met mini-human beans who eat peas and carrots gamely enough…so long as they can eat around the peas. I know folks who will eat cake…so long as they can fastidiously dissect out any icing. But when it comes to feline Dessert Kids, some things just can’t be separated, because some bonds are everlasting.