Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Please, Please Me
Dogs have been the primary beneficiaries of very much study and very great good will. And cats? Let’s just say it has been less so…until recently.
Guest post: Found at last
Editor’s note: Dear hearts, you have found yourselves in the right place today. You have found your way to Tabby’s Place, where the last become first, and the lost become found. You have found yourself to a shimmering update from AwesomeAdopter Bonnie. Through her love, Lost has become Naima. The little deaf calico with the […]
Alessia and more
When we are small, people on stilts speak in shortcuts. They mean well. They know we face a world of bewilderments. They try to keep it bite sized. Cats don’t bite. Even the ones who do.
People call him Maurice
I have been talking to Maurice about Paris. I have been talking to Maurice about Paris, even though he is from New Jersey, and I am from a place in New York that is essentially no place in particular. I have been talking to Maurice about Paris, which is to say that I have been […]
The most wonderful, terrible day
Someone should alert the local authorities. Tabby’s Place is the epicenter for an event of international significance. Foreign dignitaries, captains of industry, and captains of starships are due any hour. Today is our Prescottversary.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Never Nobody
People spend too much time bandying about words that set hard limits. Frankly, such limits do not exist.
Guest post: Mutual and everlasting
Oh kittens, you are in for sumptuous fare today. If Mara has commanded her own cozy kitchen in the hearth of your heart, wait until you hear where love has brought her. She has a new name…true devotion…and two Dads who are about to make your day. XO, AT
Innocent as Oswald
There are concepts that get a bad rap from those who can’t keep the beat. Nog. Mincemeat. Innocence.
Guest Post: Forever Loved: Josie
Sometimes, when you least expect it, life brings you an unexpected gift. In time, the gift becomes a treasure. Josie was my unexpected gift.
Silly for Sylvia
Syl, you take your time. You take your deep breaths. You take each syllable on your tongue until your own poetry prevails.