Twenty years is a long life for a feline. But that doesn’t mean that twenty years feels like enough, or that “goodbye” at the end of twenty years feels anything like okay. So it is with sorrow and surprise that we bid farewell to one of Tabby’s Place’s beloved elder statescats, the extraordinary Nickey.
Occasionally, a well-meaning person-who-hasn’t-really-known-a-cat will ask, “do cats really notice when somebody dies?” I am convinced that cats mourn as deeply, and in nearly as many different ways, as we do. Some bounce back from change and loss fairly quickly, while others react in quiet ways we can recognize if we only pay attention. But, […]
You know how it goes. You’ve spent hours working on a 5,000-piece picture puzzle, painstakingly matching up colors and patterns and shapes until a beautiful portrait comes together. About 4,950 pieces in, you’re on a roll and know it’s a shoo-in that you’ll finish it now. But just as you’re ready to pop in that […]
It’s almost as true as the law of gravity. Mention anything about a cat having issues with her bowels or colon, and 99% of adopters will flee in terror. Add the words inflammatory or mega to those bowel/colon conondrums, and you lose most of your last 1%. Most, but not all. Besides, a cat doesn’t […]
There’s breaking news for the Chester crew, and it’s almost as sweet as their names. Suite B has just received delivery of a fresh Twinkie, Trifle and Strudel.
There’s a certain wall you need to build when you love as many cats as we do at Tabby’s Place. It can’t keep you from loving them, and it doesn’t keep your heart from breaking a thousand times when they leave you. It’s good for just one, very necessary thing: keeping you from adopting them […]
You might think so if you happen to glance into Suite B. That’s because, when the light shines just right on one of our weirdest residents, she looks like nothing so much as…an opossum. That’s our Babs.
Just a few days ago, the FDA issues an alert about Vetsulin®, a type of insulin created for cats (and dogs). We have quite a few diabetics at Tabby’s Place. Most of them use glargine, but two of them were on Vetsulin. I suspect some of you have diabetic cats, so I wanted to make […]
I would most definitely eat antipasto twice just because she is so nice: Angelina. And, the way she swoons for her dry food, Angelina would certainly be content with a regular gig at the pizzeria. But for now, our zaftig love-bug remains, inexplicably, in Suite A.
Maybe they need therapy. Then again, when you’re in (stereotypical) therapy, you – the human bean – are lying on a couch, right? So maybe living under the couch is Eloise & Lady Grey’s way of telling us they think we need therapy?