We’re fiercely defensive of our cats at Tabby’s Place. Go ahead and call the staff gypsies, tramps and thieves. Tell us our feet smell like cheese and you don’t like the way we wear our hair. We can take it. Just don’t insult our cats.
Every cat with a pulse is, to use a technical scientific term, “alive.” Some cats, however, are more alive than average. Such a life force is Mimi.
Sound the alarm: Violet has displayed symptoms of ringworm. Yes, that Violet. Yes, that fungus.
October 16th was National Feral Cat Day. October 16th was also Boss’s Day. Coincidence?*
As you surely know, our country — that is, the United States of America — is presently closed. It’s Government Shutdown time, and it’s a cryin’ shame.* Fortunately, Tabby’s Place is a sovereign nation.
If you want to be inspired and/or vaguely nauseated today, revisit your high school yearbook and read the seniors’ “favorite quotes.” I bet you all the Mumfords and their sons* that someone will say, “Dance like nobody’s watching,” and someone else will say “Live, Laugh, Love!” I bet you all the stripes on every tabby […]
When is a post that’s not about Tabby’s Place actually, in fact, about Tabby’s Place? When it’s about the Tabby’s Place cat who didn’t quite become a Tabby’s Place cat…for the best possible reason.
It has come. October. But before we can properly begin the month of Tabby’s Place’s 10th anniversary and our 1st Halloween in three years without a major natural disaster, we’ve got some ‘splaining to do about September.
You know it’s autumn when you suddenly see galumphing hordes of gourds. Gourds at roadside stands. Gourds in the supermarket. Gourds in disturbingly-perfect centerpieces on Pinterest. Gourds in Suite FIV.
Certain creatures have been known to hide. Naked mole rats. Slow lorises. Scared cats. Scared humans.