I’m with T.S. Eliot on the topic of cat names: each feline deserves no less than three, and one of those can be known only to the cat himself. For day-to-day use, every cat needs a “sensible everyday name,” and, at Tabby’s Place, that generally means the name that she came with from her shelter of origin. […]
Far be it from me to suggest that our cats like to gossip…in fact, I can say with great confidence that there’s at least one Rumor definitely not going around Tabby’s Place. Not anymore, at least.
After enjoying four wonderful weeks at Tabby’s Place our dear Freda made her journey to the rainbow bridge.
What I’d like to do right about now is give Grady‘s oncologist a big hug. Yes, the news is that hopeful. On second thought, I think I’ll hug Grady himself instead. Based on this morning’s oncology consult, we may be able to look forward to years of hugging Grady!
I’m a libertarian, so I support adults doing whatever they want with their own bodies, including ingesting various substances of questionable utility. But, leave the cats alone.
That’s been just about every volunteer’s reaction to looking at our Community Room board this week.
Raise your hand if you thought that this post would be about the disease “cat scratch fever.” Or, if you’re as old as me, you might think it would be about the putrid song with that name by the unbearable Ted Nugent (though “Journey to the Center of the Mind” by the Amboy Dukes is […]
I am delighted to report that our snuggle-bunny Grady is home at Tabby’s Place, and made it through his surgery with flying colors – or, better yet, flying tabby stripes.