Penny, love, do you know how you shine? I can’t even say your name without that suffix, “love,” and that should tell you everything.
When does love make its landing? Do the wheels touch down only after some required minimum time in the air? Or does love define its own gravity? Fourteen cats depended on the answer.
In a world of scorn and snark, you can count on cats to never dress you down. And yet, the earl of earnest felines happens to be all dressed up.
“Advanced Needs” is a big label for a little cat. But, forget that phrase and focus on the word “special,” and you’ll begin to have an inkling of what Jamie is all about.
We will do almost anything for our cats at Tabby’s Place. We will lay on the linoleum like earthworms to blink reassurance into their eyes. We will administer flotillas of squeeze-tuna. We will drive through the night to the emergency vet, regardless of cost. If they rise up and demand yak mousse from one specific […]
How could we believe Cora was frail, when she loved from strength to strength? How do you prepare your heart for things your head always knew? How do you say “goodbye,” when every “hello” was a gift?
In 2022, Shaggy landed at Tabby’s Place along with his brother, Juel. The whole world shifted and did a double-take.
You may have heard the expression, “it’s my white whale.” A white whale is a ludicrous goal that you keep chasing even though it may be the end of you. A white whale is an obsession that threatens to eat you alive. We have no white whales at Tabby’s Place. We have a black-and-white whale.
Who is this swaggering stranger introducing itself as 2025? What did it do with 2024, or 1981 for that matter? Do cats follow any calendar, other than the primordial cycle of giblets and nuggets? And most importantly: how does Theodosia, age one hundred nine, remain untouched by years?