Bailey’s forever home jackpot
We do a lot of “new math” at Tabby’s Place. For instance, four identical small sable felines+ one orange goofball = one of the grooviest cat quintets ever born.
We do a lot of “new math” at Tabby’s Place. For instance, four identical small sable felines+ one orange goofball = one of the grooviest cat quintets ever born.
Two is often better than one. Especially when it’s a very royal dessert sandwich.
Together we’ve lamented that, sometimes, it’s just not meant to be. But sometimes it’s not meant to be because something sweeter is meant to be…and there’s no need for lamenting after all.
In the immortal words of Kenny Rogers, you gotta know when to hold ’em and know when to fold ’em. And, today, I don’t mind in the least your sayin’ that Tabby’s Place is out of Aces.
One of the best things about loving the cats is letting them link our hearts with other cat-smitten human beans. Case in point: the luminous Karen. I’ve been blessed to develop a special friendship with this feline-adorer, and I stand in awe of her huge love for the cats. Karen has always championed the overlooked, […]
It happens all the time. You really get into a TV show and find yourself attached to the characters. Then, one of those stars decides he wants to do movies, explore his opportunities, and leave the show.
Awesome: a sweet adoption. Awesome squared: BFF felines adopted together. Awesome to the nth degree: regular, glorious photo updates on those very BFFs gobbling up the joy they deserve.
I’ll let you in on a little secret. If you’ve adopted a cat from Tabby’s Place, you have the power to make my day, and the days of at least five other human beans and 100 cats. And, if you’ve adopted three especially amazing Tabby’s Place alumni, you have the power to send us into […]
File this one under the heading Too Good To Be True Except That It Is True. Eight months after Brando headed off for his forever home, leaving us in a sea of happy tears, he’s got his best buddy back. That’s right: “Francis‘ people” have come back for Rusty.
Saying goodbye to a cat never feels right. But sometimes it feels distinctly unfair. So it was with Cleo.