Arthur is not doing well
It is not fair. There must be a way around this. If I can just find the right address to send my letter, the right department to ship my prototype, we can fix it.
It is not fair. There must be a way around this. If I can just find the right address to send my letter, the right department to ship my prototype, we can fix it.
Do it. Call me “greedy.” I’m not daring you. I’m not seeking absolution. I’m delighting in it. Do it!
The dimwit world does not understand genius. The superficial society does not understand accomplishments. Trifecta understands.
“Honey” appeared to be the perfect name: she was golden yellow, with a little white, and she was small and cute. She was already 13 when she became my office mate in 2020, after it became clear that she had little tolerance for other cats … or most people. I learned quickly that the sweetness […]
There are no guarantees in this world. For example, there is no guarantee that one of our cherished (ALL OF YOU!) readers won’t win a Nobel Prize in 3 years from now for something accomplished 12 years ago. There is no guarantee that Antin’s fancy new duds, intended to protect his knees, will stay in […]
How do you become an icon? Do you vault over peasants like potatoes? Do you leap neighbors like toadstools, excelsior ever upwards? Or do you curl as small as a shrimp, pink with secret poetry?
The Tabby’s Place cats voted, and it was unanimous. October is the best month. It’s Tabby’s Place’s anniversary. It’s so spooky and shivery that “cuddling cats” becomes non-negotiable. It’s when the world turns the color of processed cheese.
Five words. Ten syllables. That comprises the entirety of the mission at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary: Saving cats from hopeless situations. The mission could be more detailed. It doesn’t need to be. The mission could express so much more. It doesn’t have to. The mission could be neither more poignant nor profound: Saving cats […]
Twenty years. It’s the lifespan of a fortunate cat. It’s the approximate length of a Meat Loaf song. It’s childhood, with a little extra padding. It’s the age of Tabby’s Place.
Everyone knows we only take cats from hopeless situations. Everyone knows we only take cats who need us like the ocean needs the moon. But you should also know: we only take beautiful cats.