I once saw a sign proudly announcing the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. Whatever that’s all about, it’s odd, it’s proud to be odd, and that is ten million kinds of awesome. And, now, it seems that three of our cats have decided to start their own branch.
Once upon a time, Mango held the honor of having traveled farther than any other cat to get to Tabby’s Place. Sure, Mango’s home state of Arizona is about 2,000 miles from Ringoes, NJ. But in comparison with Okinawa, Japan…well, we can practically see Arizona out the sanctuary windows. I promised I’d tell the full […]
These are the posts we hate to write. Last week, Tabby’s Place became one big broken heart when we heard from the original Mrs. AwesomeAdopter: Midnight, the snuggle-bug best friend to Pirate, had passed away. A primary lung sarcoma stole this sable sweetheart from his mama after six happy months together. Mrs. AwesomeAdopter fondly recalls […]
In many contexts, seven is a number for Very Good Things. Fullness and completion. Wonders of the world. Habits of highly effective people. Players on an Ultimate Frisbee team. And, most importantly, FIV+ cats adopted from Tabby’s Place in the last six months.
Note from Angela: special thanks to our anonymous volunteer blogger, Fuzzball, for penning the following. Our “overlooked” lovies are blessed to have you as their advocate. How is it possible that we would overlook one of our wonderful felines? Well, we really don’t, but sometimes potential adopters do.
Full disclosure warning: I was not personally present for the events I’m about to describe. That just might be a good thing.
Few things make me happier than sharing alumni news with you…especially news with (swoon) photos. This week, we get to hear from the long, lanky tabby who waited a long time for his meant-to-be home: Ace. Mrs. Ace, thank you for a phenomenal update:
His attitude: legendary. His ego: colossal. His kidneys: XXL. And that’s where it all stops being funny.
It has taken me two weeks to get the emotional strength to write this post. I figured I had cried myself dry and I knew that putting this down on “paper” would reopen the wounds. But it had to happen. Today is the day.
Once upon a time, there was a Suite Marmalade. Then there wasn’t, and then there was, and now there is again…in a new form.