We never did get to hear him say “hellow.” But Sweetie‘s voice will echo far beyond goodbye.
Tabby’s Place has cared for dozens of paraplegic cats. We have given love by the gallon to cookies-and-cream cats. There have been a multitude of “Misters,” from Mr. Silverman to Mr. Grey to the matchless Mr. Man. But we have never seen the likes of Colonel Mr. Peabody.
In attempting to socialize with undersocialized cats who prefer to not socialize with humans, one finds oneself socializing with sociable cats who are willing to demonstrate the assets of sociability to their less sociable suitemates.
The truffles are on final sale, and the flowers are looking a little ragged. The world has moved on to shamrock antennae and Easter baskets. But around here, we’re still talking about Valentine’s Day. After all, this is Tabby’s Place. This is where Fergie and Rihanna live.
Beloved Betty, who told you it was Valentine’s Day? They told you this on August 11th, and October 25th, and December 2nd, and so on. You believed them every time. I am beginning to believe you were absolutely right.
There is a celebrated dreamcoat, noted for its many colors, that was gifted as an expression of love. Patches, of the Tabby’s Place Community Room where all the “Cool Kids” hang out, has her own fabulous coat.
When I am not comparing Gator to Matthew McConaughey or administering squeeze-tuna directly into the mouths of feline celebrities, I am raising money for Tabby’s Place. (This enables us to procure additional squeeze-tuna for feline celebrities. It’s all full circle.) I am called “Development Director,” because “Moneypenny” was taken. This carries the occupational hazard of […]
They say “only the strong survive.” If that’s true, Arnold would have lived forever.
Every month in Tabby’s Place history has been majestic. We are in the business of cats, so it cannot be otherwise. But January 2025 shines in a class of its own. Or rather, its Oram.
Proposal: We agree to Boobalah’s idea of holding a luau in the Tabby’s Place lobby.