Ray Guns
When I was kid all the boys wanted a ray gun. What could be cooler than toting a nifty-looking weapon that one could use to fry anything that got in your way? What’s this got to do with cats?
When I was kid all the boys wanted a ray gun. What could be cooler than toting a nifty-looking weapon that one could use to fry anything that got in your way? What’s this got to do with cats?
This little gray girl has a tale of woe befitting a blues singer. But, like the gospel singer for whom she’s named, Mahalia still lives her life with a song to sing and a joyful spirit. And, at every step of her perilous journey, there’s been a guardian angel or ten easing her along to […]
Unlike human beans, cats are blissfully anxiety-free when it comes to “body image” issues. Every one, of every shape, size and quirk, is beautiful, and every one knows it. It’s one of the numberless reasons I admire them. Yet amidst all the beautiful cats we get to love, every so often one stands out as […]
It was a Thanksgiving miracle worthy of the heartiest “Aarrr!” Mrs. AwesomeAdopter came in for one very marvelous Special Needs boy…and wound up scoring his swashbuckling best buddy, too. So it is that Midnight and Pirate have found a forever home – together.
It’s been a rough month here. We’ve lost four cats, including Mozart, who left us Wednesday evening (11/25/09).
Every so often a profound bond grows between a person and a Tabby’s Place cat. Volunteer Joyce and gentle Albert were the epitome of such a bond. As his Special Needs correspondent and his cherished friend, Joyce was a sweet constant in Albert’s life. Albert left this world last week. We thought it only right […]
Yeah. I’m dancing. It’s a happy dance. Happy, yeah. That’s what I’m supposed to say, right? Cats getting adopted = good thing. So, um, I’m sorry about my tears all over this blog entry.
Welcome to Tabby’s Place, may I take your order? You’re looking for Angelina? Sorry, no can do. Angelina’s not at this pizzeria anymore. She’s moved on to La Trattoria di Forever Home.
We’ve already established that you don’t mess with Tex. Apparently, you don’t make him wait very long for an adopter, either. It hasn’t even been a month since Tex moseyed into a Tabby’s Place suite, and he’s already the king of his own ranch, er, forever home.
I’m of the strong belief that God is good, all the time. There are few places I’ve been as frequently or as powerfully reminded of this as among the cats of Tabby’s Place. Their unconditional love is a living, purring parable. The quiet, undeniable rhythm of mercy to them and through them is charged with […]