The world is on the brink of a critical error. We are at risk of underestimating Rori. My friends, this cannot be.
Shy little Gallium is a force of nature. As such, it might be unsurprising that she was also the source of a very big scary event.
If you’re looking to wrap up a gift for Aunt Mafalda, use tape. If you want to hide a cat’s pill, cheese makes a fine adhesive. But if it’s a flexible hold you need, rely on Velcro.
O, hairy licorice twist, how shall we describe you? You are the black cat who uses every crayon in the box. You are the alphabet in ecstasy. You are not dour, but Doury. You have chosen well.
Since 1911, International Women’s Day has been “a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural, and political achievements of women.” Tabby’s Place thrives on the brilliance, bravery, empathy, and energy of a legendary league of women. Our volunteers, staff, and donors are humble heroes. They tilt the arc of the universe towards love, on an […]
The world is a bewildering place for small mammals like you, me, and Colonel Peabody. People shout. Mercy gets lost in a pile of old papers. Boar’s Head announces that liverwurst “won’t be available for purchase or consumption, ever again.” (Peabody would have been OK if it were available for purchase but not consumption. Peabody […]
What is love, anyway? It is a question for the ages, not just for Howard Jones. At Tabby’s Place, the answer goes by many names.
When you are in a hopeless situation, every day is Ash Wednesday. You don’t need a smudge on your forehead. You wear grief like a tattoo. You don’t need someone to say, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” You remember all too well. But when you are a Tabby’s Place […]
The cats have a beef to pick with you and me. They can’t agree whether it’s a roast beef or a corned beef. Regardless, we’re really in trouble this time.
We try not to have favorites at Tabby’s Place. We fail. “We” is all-inclusive of our furred and non-furred delegations.