What is the goal? Where is the end of the rainbow? Why is there always a carrot on the end of the stick, when it could be a brick of Spam?
As August ambushes July with a Super Soaker, we’re feeling ruffled in Ringoes. Cats are reasonable. They do not expect life to be a constant stream of meat products. They accept that sometimes the best they can do is a burger made of twenty slices of cheese. But no one at Tabby’s Place can accept […]
LAWRENCE!!!! LAWRENCE!!!! LAWRENCE!!!! LAWRENCE!!!! LAWRENCE!!!! LAWRENCE!!!! In case you’re wondering, this shouting is all about LAWRENCE!!!! This feral tabby landed upon our shore in June and is now totally doing his part to ensure the total takeover of Tabby’s Place by tabbies. Ensconced with veterans Steven (an orange tabby, for the record), Elijah, Boom, and […]
At life’s peak moments, classic cries split the sky: “Holy moly!” “Oh my stars!” “Zoiks!” “SHMOLDIE!”
The world tells us they are less valuable. We set their price above rubies.
“It will be seventy-five degrees and sunny every day, then rain softly all night. Everyone will be ensured a universal basic allowance of ravioli.” This was my old friend Rick’s campaign promise. Sunflower would not have voted for him.
Every summer, Tabby’s Place holds a memorial in Cherny’s Garden. The purpose is to celebrate the cats that have crossed the rainbow bridge during the previous 12 months. It is also a time for staff and volunteers to reminisce and catch up with each other. At each memorial, ashes are strewn and rose petals are […]
If I didn’t know better, I’d think Simone had a side hustle. There is increasing evidence that our lithest tortie is selling handicrafts.
It happens. It happens, and it happens, and it happens. It happens, and it happened, and it will happen again, as long as we are brave and outrageous. Never bet against the brave and outrageous.
We prefer to compare ourselves to unicorns and poetry, or at least something as honorable as string cheese. But if we’re being honest, we are the living embodiment of bowling alley bumpers. We should add this to our résumés proudly.