Even when out in the wild – that is to say, not at Tabby’s Place – cat-themed shirts, socks, and earrings are attention grabbing. People love to ask the obvious questions, “Are you a big fan of cats?” The obvious answer is YES!
Dear Honored Guests, This is the day when we give thanks. If we knew the glory of being alive, we would give thanks every day. But unlike you, we are only human, so today is one day we remember to remember.
Editor’s note: This post was written before a particular course of events unfolded. Stay ’til the dessert course, and all shall be revealed. XO, AT If we are grateful, Thanksgiving tastes like truth. If we are human, Thanksgiving tastes … complicated. If we are at Tabby’s Place, there is a cat at the head of […]
If you live long enough, you will get a little burnt. But if you live sweet enough, you won’t need to fudge the details.
Editor’s note: The images below may be disturbing. Be assured that Chester is doing wonderfully well and free from pain today. It is possible to forget how it feels to be touched. Hands go cold at the sight of your face. Smiles turn to stone when you slink by. It is lonely inside your skin, […]
At Tabby’s Place, everyone’s basic needs are met. We know how much pâté to order each month. We maintain a strategic reserve of neon mice. But we are facing a critical shortage of arms.
It’s almost time, my little sweet potatoes. The paper cups are full of poultry. Anka has groomed himself to Great Aunt Gertrude’s standards. Gator promises not to chomp into anyone’s leg like a drumstick.* *Unless they bring up politics, discourage him from auditioning for The Golden Bachelor, or arrive without actual drumsticks. All that’s missing … […]
It is the third most common question we hear at Tabby’s Place, right after “Don’t you want to adopt them all?” and “Um…I think you have something on your shirt?” We hear it almost daily: “Where do the cats’ names come from?”
I have worked in animal rescue for over 23 years, and I genuinely mean it when I say I love each and every animal that crosses my path. Sometimes, however, one just hits your heart even harder and you know they belong with you.
Words you will never hear spoken to a cat at Tabby’s Place: “You are the second cutest.” “No, you are not the ruler of the galaxy.” “No, you are not Brad Pitt.” And most importantly: “You can’t live in a bubble.”