After breakfast
“Oh, sweetheart, you go first.” “Tell me what you need. Tell me who made you cry. Tell me everything.” “Me? Don’t you worry about me. I’m not hungry.” Pancake said it with a smile, because she meant it from her heart.
Forever Loved: Theodosia
How can I welcome people to Tabby’s Place without your help, Theodosia? You were my co-conspirator, my hidden pearl, and the other half of my comedy duo. The much better half.
Moonchild
Brave little moonchild, how I yearn to be like you. I will never have your feathery silk coat, all shimmering sable. Yours alone is the lunar energy that whirls you like joy’s dervish. But, Luna, if you teach me even a fraction of your courage, I may yet learn to shine.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Moments in the Sun
There are always some changes going on at Tabby’s Place. With around 150 cats onsite, and many with advanced needs, change is par for the course.
No treats, all Joy
Joy cannot have cookies. Joy cannot have crackers. Joy cannot have crunchies, munchies, or any of the niblets that most cats consider non-negotiable. And none of this can jolt Joy’s joy.
Women of the world
World leaders, policymakers, miscellaneous ice cream persons and yak herders, may we have your attention? We realize you are occupied with a world of grief and war. The sorrows seem intractable. Love limps along. But today, on International Women’s Day, we would like to submit our answer to the planet’s problems. Put a woman in […]
Epilogues: February 2026
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]
The center of the Eartha
How often do you thank the Earth for being reliable beneath your feet? Its feelings are not hurt if you forget. It simply keeps holding you. How often do you think about Eartha, the cat in the quiet room? Her feelings are not hurt if you forget, either. She’s just glad you’re in her orbit.
A toast to Zuzu
Bright winter-flower, you burst into our lives at the time of year when hope huddles underground. You are a tropical print in a world turned grey. You teach us to make jam from bitter berries. You are Zuzu, the toast of Tabby’s Place.