…for Sorbet. Actually, we scream for Gelato, too – though in his case, it’s all over but…well, the screaming.
It has been brought to my attention that, while I take many pictures of all the Tabby’s Place cats, I take a fully appropriate disproportionate number of pictures of Webster (say, 50 one hundred meeeellion a month). And isn’t that rather unfair? To quote various British people: bollocks.
Fact: sometimes the eyes do not have it. If they did, Tanya would have been gone from Tabby’s Place a long time ago. As it turns out, it’s a good thing the girl with the green platter-eyes wasn’t scooped up for her beauty…because she was meant to be chosen for her spirit.
Sometimes it all catches me off guard. All of a sudden, I’ll see a photo of one precious soul in his forever home, and it will hit me: This cat was a breath away from death. This love, this happiness, this meant-to-be family, almost didn’t happen. And I remember all over again that we get to […]
My first high school boyfriend declared that “our song” would be none other than Chumbawumba’s Tubthumping. Yes, the ditty with deeply romantic lyrics like “He drinks a whiskey drink, he drinks a vodka drink, he drinks a lager drink, he drinks a cider drink.” I should have known that relationship wasn’t meant to last. But today, I’m […]
“Sam” has been a name associated with invincible coolness at Tabby’s Place. The original Sammy lived and thrived long beyond his “expiration date.” The unsinkable Sammie whupped congestive heart failure’s tail for three years. One-and-a-half-eyed tabby Sam was the epitome of sweetness. And, now, zingy little sable Sam has landed the dream of all Samuels: a […]
I once saw a sign proudly announcing the Independent Order of Odd Fellows. Whatever that’s all about, it’s odd, it’s proud to be odd, and that is ten million kinds of awesome. And, now, it seems that three of our cats have decided to start their own branch.
Once upon a time, Mango held the honor of having traveled farther than any other cat to get to Tabby’s Place. Sure, Mango’s home state of Arizona is about 2,000 miles from Ringoes, NJ. But in comparison with Okinawa, Japan…well, we can practically see Arizona out the sanctuary windows. I promised I’d tell the full […]
These are the posts we hate to write. Last week, Tabby’s Place became one big broken heart when we heard from the original Mrs. AwesomeAdopter: Midnight, the snuggle-bug best friend to Pirate, had passed away. A primary lung sarcoma stole this sable sweetheart from his mama after six happy months together. Mrs. AwesomeAdopter fondly recalls […]
In many contexts, seven is a number for Very Good Things. Fullness and completion. Wonders of the world. Habits of highly effective people. Players on an Ultimate Frisbee team. And, most importantly, FIV+ cats adopted from Tabby’s Place in the last six months.