How do we do this? I understand why people ask. If we can answer, maybe we can be ready next time. We can wrap that answer in a handkerchief and carry it in our pockets. The next time sadness is taller than we are, we can grasp that answer like a key, or an EpiPen, […]
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At least once a week, someone tells me they are scared to visit Tabby’s Place. This always comes from someone blessed and challenged with a tender heart. They know their own softness. They fear they may not be able to bear the sight of cats who cannot walk, or seniors once discarded. They picture Tabby’s […]
In a world of lanterns and candles, Abacus was the bonfire. He would love to be remembered as the cat whose fever never broke.
Left afloat is not the same as abandoned. Left in the care of Tabby’s Place is about as far from abandoned as can be imagined.
We call them many things. FeLVies. Fee-lukes. Besties. Heroes. Rapscallions. But we forget to call them “cats infected with the feline leukemia virus.” And we never, ever call them flukes.
I want to tell you about Tinker, though it may seem there is little to say. I want to tell you about Tinker, though we could not disassemble death in time. I want to tell you about Tinker, because every hair on his head mattered.
Their favorite Beatle is Ringo. They think Whoopee Cushions are hilarious. They wish they had phones, so they could prank call Jonathan to say he just won ten million Doritos. Tapenade and Polaroid only seem solemn.
A young, grey and cream stripey cat arrived in Ringoes, NJ just in the nick of time.
“Poor Trent.” The text message could have meant any number of things. Trent might just be on the receiving end of Hips‘ hooliganism. Trent might be trapped under Bello as an unwitting pillow. Trent might be receiving cat food, when he specifically requested lobster Florentine. Or Trent might be …