At least once a week, someone tells me they are scared to visit Tabby’s Place. This always comes from someone blessed and challenged with a tender heart. They know their own softness. They fear they may not be able to bear the sight of cats who cannot walk, or seniors once discarded. They picture Tabby’s […]
In a world of lanterns and candles, Abacus was the bonfire. He would love to be remembered as the cat whose fever never broke.
When I am not comparing Gator to Matthew McConaughey or administering squeeze-tuna directly into the mouths of feline celebrities, I am raising money for Tabby’s Place. (This enables us to procure additional squeeze-tuna for feline celebrities. It’s all full circle.) I am called “Development Director,” because “Moneypenny” was taken. This carries the occupational hazard of […]
This might not be apparent to the naked eye, but Tabby’s Place offers a doctoral program in mathematics. Take it from a naked guy with stars in his eyes.
Every cat at Tabby’s Place is an expert. We are packed to the gills with authorities, on topics ranging from parmigiana to campaign finance reform. But there are experts, there are authorities, and then there are scholars.
Checkers would never tell you this himself. But with tears in our eyes and white fur on our jeans, we need the world to know. Checkers was a king.
We have lived so many lives since the year was new. January’s resolutions are wadded up like parking tickets and Burger King receipts under our seats. But the Abacus is ready for a reset.
Abacus is not a calculating device. Abacus is a black cat with a very tiny white locket on his chest. Whatever calculations Abacus calculates add up to magic.
Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.