Dear Bacon Supporters,

Happy New Year. I hope that 2025 will be your best year ever!

I just love Bacon. But I always learn something when I visit him, and that is why I love writing his updates.

Imagine me. It is early in the morning—and I arrive at Tabby’s Place extra-special early—so I’ll have some time for a good, down-home visit. Bacon is resting on a brightly colored yellow blanket, and he is awake!!! Great, I think.

I approach, and he is a curious fellow. Always sniffing. Maybe we can even have a brief conversation. Cats always want to know what is going on around them.

I can imagine him thinking: Where is everyone else? How are things going at Tabby’s Place? When’s lunch?

Ah, ha. My usual modus operandi is to grab the treat bag, shake it, and use the treats as a powerful lure. Bacon loves his treats. He will come over to me, sniff, and as long as he is being plied with treats, all is well. I can pet him and someday I hope—snuggle with him.

Unfortunately, there is no treat bag. I can hardly believe it. I rush out into the hallway near where Bacon lives to check the area where they keep the stash. Nothing. Other treats are there, but on this particular day, we have run out of his particular treats.

Nervously, I re-enter the room, and Bacon looks up at me with a cuter-than-cute expectant look on his face. He knows the drill. If you want me to be affectionate and friendly, you need to pay the price.

Not really. He really is a super great cat, but our interaction will be slightly strained if I have to go it alone.

Our conversation:

I say, “Sorry, buddy, but they are smack out of treats.”

Bacon gives me the stink eye.

“I looked everywhere and I think they just ran out.”

Slowly Bacon circles around me, sniffing, of course, investigating the state of affairs for himself. I change the subject.

“New Year. 2025. How are you feeling?”

“Great,” he says, but he doesn’t sound too enthusiastic.

I pet him. But soon he returns to his house, glancing at me sideways, as if to say, “Really? Not a good way to start off 2025.”

Gosh. I feel bad. The next week, though I am happy to report that the treats are back! And the bag is full.

I shake the living daylights out of the bag. Bacon is excited. I put some treats down and he scoffs them up. I give him more treats (to make up for the previous visit.)

All is well, and the people in the know at Tabby’s Place report that Bacon is in good health and spirits!!!

Bacon and I thank you, as always, for your generous support. Your contributions to this lovely cat sanctuary mean that Bacon gets his treats!!! (As well as some other nifty benefits.)

Have a lovely January.

Your correspondent,
Kate