Every once in a while, I get an e-mail that reaches through the computer screen and grabs me by the heart. You know the feeling: a fellow spirit connects over the ether and ”gets it” in a way that takes your breath away and restores your faith in humanity. Dr. L is such a spirit, and […]
You know those ads that show happy, twirling couples who met through eHarmony? Well, today we celebrate a match made through this very blog…and (literally) in Heaven. Volunteer Larry, take it away…
There are many, many Tabby’s Place-isms that old Mr. Webster (this one, not the best of the Websters) would never put in his dictionary.
In a sunny little corner suite, Tabby’s Place is blessed to host a garden of steel magnolias, golden girls as sweet as Betty White but as “suffer-no-fools” as Bea Arthur. Thay may be sweet as maple syrup, but make no mistake: the old ladies of Tabby’s Place are no strangers to tough stuff. Matter of fact, […]
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff. While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
Well, my friends, you wondered, you asked, you e-mailed me, you guessed… …and, amazingly, every single one of you was wrong. Hanz and Franz are not who anyone thought they were.
Felis Catus family, I’m afraid I owe you an apology. But, more seriously, I’m afraid I owe eight kittens an apology.
‘Tis the season for commencement speeches, graduations and Big Scary Exciting Transitions. As usual, the cats will not be left out of the drama.
When is a kitten not just a kitten? When he’s (a) a fur boa, (b) an interlitter peacemaker and (c) all that and five bags of chips. Phillie is no ordinary kitten.
By now, we shouldn’t have been surprised…but we couldn’t help it. Not another one. Yes, yet another cat had come to Tabby’s Place with the name…(sigh) Oreo. We couldn’t – we wouldn’t – leave him to the fate of being the 900,000th 6th Oreo at Tabby’s Place (and the third simultaneously). Something had to be […]