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Smokey

Smokey is a new arrival to our sanctuary, and we are still learning about his personality. Please check back later to learn more about Smokey or fill out an adoption application for more information.

Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Recapitation

At Tabby’s Place, if one is a ceramic cat of beauty and poise, it is difficult to retain one’s head in situ when in situ means in the lobby.

Have you ever watched a cat turn into an acrobat in his sleep? Unaware of his own powers, he arcs like elbow macaroni. He spreads his arms as though he’s trying to hug the horizon. He joins synchronized swimmers from some celestial deep end. His whiskers laugh at their own jokes. His eyelids tell you […]

Alexander

Alexander is a new arrival to our sanctuary, and we are still learning about his personality. Please check back later to learn more about Alexander or fill out an adoption application for more information.

Epilogues: March 2024

Oh, March, you month of missed opportunities. You talk about lions, lambs, and leprechauns, but you overlook the one creature on earth who is simultaneously all three. You make much of March Madness, but dribble right past its experts. Kittens, March! Cherish the Kittens!

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Somebody named Io

When nobody knows your name, you cock your ear at every small sound. Could that be the call? Might those be the syllables that circle you at last? When nobody knows your name, you’re still somebody.

Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Gobsmacked

We at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary are in service to those who have been worshiped as gods. They know it. We know it. They are cats, after all, and their expectations were established millennia ago.

Decision 2024

We will not be covering the US Presidential Election on this blog. This is a selfish decision on my part, I know. But my hobbies include “avoiding panic attacks” and “not getting fired,” so here we are. Also, the cats’ preferred candidate already dropped out, by whom of course I mean Hulk Hogan. We will, […]

Spring-loaded

Spring is eleven days old. Spring folds winter in its apron, like warm bread for later. Spring bears more than a passing resemblance to Tabby’s Place.

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