If you spend much time at Tabby’s Place, you’ll learn to have an eye for something quite essential: the best interest of the cat. By “the cat,” I mean the individual cat; and, I’m learning, “best interest” is by no means one-size-fits-all.
*With “international” defined here as “spanning multiple counties of New Jersey.” Close enough. OK, blog folk, speak up: has any one of you ever – ever – seen a cat that looks remotely like this?
The following is by faithful Tabby’s Place volunteer Larry. When Larry asked me if he could be the one to pay tribute to our Siamese wonder, of course we said yes. Molly, forever Larry’s sweetheart, wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She had sponsors adoring her from as far away as South Africa, and […]
No one would call our Persian beauty a “mistress of the dark,” but there’s no denying that Elvira has cattitude in spades. So it’s a bright delight to see this drama queen headed to a home where she’s cherished just the way she is.
Just as quickly as they blazed up north and into our world, the eight West Virginia belles and the sweet Kentucky octet have roared on out of Tabby’s Place and into forever homes. Well, all of the sweet sixteen, that is, except for two. Today’s post belongs to the straggler who’s stolen my heart even […]
The Irish could take a queue from the Chinese when it comes to cats. The Chinese let cats attend their universities (non-matriculating, I assume).
I can hardly believe it’s been over two months since we lost Grady. Has it gotten easier? I know you’ll understand that the answer is yes and no.
Ireland was a country I have always wanted to visit. They have that whole “Emerald Isle” thing going for them, not to mention that two of my favorite bands are Irish (Stiff Little Fingers and the Cranberries). But, now I’m rethinking my position.
Between Bellis, Dean, Pirate, Sam and Waffle, we’ve had quite the parade of zero- and one-eyed cats this year. The latest optically-impaired angel to stroll onto the scene is quite the little wonder. Friends, I introduce you to tiny Flora.
Some cats’ names make perfect sense. Exhibit A: Mr. Grey. Other cats’ names gleefully make zero sense. Exhibit B: Nuttin. And then there are the names that fit the cat in one sense…and are a spectacular mis-fit in another. Like Cutie.