A few weeks ago I received some email from Angela, who runs a cat rescue in Nova Scotia, Canada. She had read about Dot’s spina bifida and wanted to let us know that she also had rescued a cat with this condition. His name is Timmy. Dot is, course, insanely cute. But, when I saw […]
We don’t believe in black magic at Tabby’s Place. Black-and-white magic, on the other hand, is alive and well.
Everything old is new again. OK, maybe not Dick Clark. Or Dick Cheney. But everything else.
Any commentary I could make on the following would be superfluous, silly and wrong. So I simply say: may your weekend be as sweet as Jambalaya‘s. Thanks to AwesomeAdopter Susan for this pic, and for giving Jamba the love that makes him this blissed-out.
…with all the frills upon it, you out-cute every bunny, duck and little chicky in every storybook ever written. If, that is, you are Gabriella.
…and climbs, and runs up stairs, apparently. He also has his own e-mail address. I am not making any of this up.
What do the Tabby’s Place felines have to do with Willie Nelson? How could you compare our cats to the Partridge Family?
In a land of ice and fire and overthrown kings, you never know just who will rise to power. With all apologies to those vaguely Icelandic warrior folk over on HBO, the thrones of Tabby’s Place belong squarely to torties.
A few weeks ago I received the following in email: We just wanted to share with you the sad news that our cat, Smokie, passed away on Wednesday after battling lymphoma since last spring. We adopted Smokie from Tabby’s Place in Feb 2006, and he was a wonderful member of our family for 6 years.
…means “hello.” (And if you’re now singing, “to Jesus, your best friend,” then you, too, are a veteran of Vacation Bible School.) But really: Jambo does mean “hello” in Swahili. And Jamba means “HELLOOOOOOOO MAMA!” in black-and-white cat. Let me explain.