Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Namesakes
There are two kinds of people in this world: those who like to give their cats traditional people-names and those who choose to not do that.
Tiloki plus Kannu
They have a solarium, but their strength is not in the sunbeams. They have a daily Conga line of snacks, but their fullness is not in the food. They have a longer line of admirers than the free sample guy at Costco, even when he has those little raviolis that remind you how good it […]
Smudge’s age of adoration
Humans try to blur our pores, mask our crinkles, and moisturize away the memories our faces made. But a senior cat would never hide the truth about his age. Why obliterate what should be celebrated? Why fudge what could be Smudged?
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Heartbreak to Healing
It was the hardest kind of day. It was the kindest kind of day. It was one of those days. You know those days.
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.