Stormiee’s uncloudy day
She had to leave Queens, but she was not dethroned. She lost her home, but not her place among the precious. And she goes by Stormiee, but the forecast is bright.
What’s poppin’?
Far be it from us to promote irresponsible feline fatherhood. We educate our residents in avoiding unwise romantic escapades. Which is to say, we neuter them. But, we cannot control acts of canoodling that occurred prior to their coming to Tabby’s Place.
Forever Loved: Steven
“Steven.” “Steeeeee-ven!” “Steeeeeeeeeeeee! VEN!” Steven. No cat has ever had a more wonderful name.
Billy the kid
Billy is fourteen years old. There is nothing remarkable about that. But Billy is fourteen years old in both feline and human terms. And that may be the most remarkable thing since middle school.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Toasted Marshmallows
What’s squeeshy and sweet inside and blackened on the outside? Toasted marshmallows, or cats, maybe both. Let me explain.
Name that diabetic
We would prefer a different game. Give us Boggle, Battleship, or Ticket to Ride. We realize Monopoly is off the table. Olive already owns all the properties, and if you land on Boardwalk, she will bite you. But “Name That Diabetic” is the game we can’t refuse, so we play to win.
Guest post: Siesta is my Guru
A Guru is defined as a spiritual guide, personal religious teacher, or acknowledged master of a specific field. Rooted in Sanskrit, it translates to “dispeller of darkness.” They serve as a counselor, exemplar, and spiritual guide who leads disciples from the darkness of spiritual ignorance to the light of self-realization and enlightenment. This is the […]
Oh! Dessa
Cats pick up language more quickly than we do. The average kitten can understand metaphor, allegory, and knock-knock jokes in English, Swahili, and Klingon before they are even the size of a granola bar. But among all fluent felines and tabby translators, there is a rare prodigy. Behold Odessa, the neon communicator.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: The Color Orange
Nothing rhymes with “orange.” However, “orinch” loosely rhymes with “Grinch.”
It’s not quackery
If it walks like a duck and it talks like a duck, it’s probably a duck. But if it walks like a granny in new Reeboks and talks continually, it’s definitely Ducky.