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At Tabby’s Place, if one is a ceramic cat of beauty and poise, it is difficult to retain one’s head in situ when in situ means in the lobby.
Have you ever watched a cat turn into an acrobat in his sleep? Unaware of his own powers, he arcs like elbow macaroni. He spreads his arms as though he’s trying to hug the horizon. He joins synchronized swimmers from some celestial deep end. His whiskers laugh at their own jokes. His eyelids tell you […]
Oh, March, you month of missed opportunities. You talk about lions, lambs, and leprechauns, but you overlook the one creature on earth who is simultaneously all three. You make much of March Madness, but dribble right past its experts. Kittens, March! Cherish the Kittens!
When nobody knows your name, you cock your ear at every small sound. Could that be the call? Might those be the syllables that circle you at last? When nobody knows your name, you’re still somebody.
We at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary are in service to those who have been worshiped as gods. They know it. We know it. They are cats, after all, and their expectations were established millennia ago.
We will not be covering the US Presidential Election on this blog. This is a selfish decision on my part, I know. But my hobbies include “avoiding panic attacks” and “not getting fired,” so here we are. Also, the cats’ preferred candidate already dropped out, by whom of course I mean Hulk Hogan. We will, […]
Spring is eleven days old. Spring folds winter in its apron, like warm bread for later. Spring bears more than a passing resemblance to Tabby’s Place.
If you are loved, you are strong. If you are Antin, you are stronger than death.
“Raisin does not like Rosalind.” “One of the kittens pooped in the sink.” “I have found my vocation; my vocation is love.”