Unadoptability doesn’t last forever
You knew this post was coming. So did I. And yet, there’s still something so satisfying and right about it finally, really being really real: Gumbo has been adopted. And, oh yeah, this time it’s going to stick!
You knew this post was coming. So did I. And yet, there’s still something so satisfying and right about it finally, really being really real: Gumbo has been adopted. And, oh yeah, this time it’s going to stick!
It has come to my attention that a certain nectarine-hued feline does not appreciate her disappearance from the spotlight following her best friend’s passing. So, it is my pleasure to turn that light back to our favorite flame-point diva, the one, the only…Peachy.
Na, na-na-na-na, Na-na-na, Na-na-na, Na-na-na, Na-na-na-na! No, I haven’t lost my mind (or, to be more accurate, I haven’t just now lost my mind) – it’s just that all the crazy adoption hearts on our white board have me singing and dancing.
Hear ye, hear ye: Petfinder.com has dubbed today (August 12th) Adopt-a-Less-Adoptable-Pet Day. If you ask us at Tabby’s Place, nobody’s unadoptable, and every day is adoption day. Nevertheless, I love that Petfinder is shining the spotlight on the underdogs (and, especially, undercats) today.
I love hearing from people who love cats. I love hearing about their cats, about the cats who first made them love cats, about how cat-loving and being-loved-by-cats has changed their lives, and about how they love the Tabby’s Place cats. But one of the best kinds of cat-loving e-mails to grace my inbox is […]
We knew it wouldn’t take long. But already? Oh, Paco & Ashes, we hardly knew thee!
Whenever one of us would say Zatarain‘s name “normally,” the same way you might say “river” or “house,” Denise would gently correct us by saying it the right way: “Zaaaaa-ta-raaaain!” Yes, this little cutie is named for the rice, ”a New Orleans tradition since 1889.” Since being born 120 years after his namesake rice, Zatarain has […]
When it comes to questions fielded at Tabby’s Place, right up there with “don’t the cats fight?” and “how do you not adopt them all yourselves?” is this one: “Where do you come up with all of those names?” Ah, there are as many answers to that question as there are quirks among the Tabby’s […]
In case the written word doesn’t quite capture my tone, my use of the word unadoptable is entirely ironic. Except for the fact that, so far, it’s been weirdly accurate for one of the most outrageously “adoptable” kittens I’ve ever seen.
It’s always hard to lose a furry loved one. But some losses are harder than others and tend to haunt one forever. I think poor little Marlee may be one of those, even thought she was only with us for a week.