Epilogues: January 2025
Every month in Tabby’s Place history has been majestic. We are in the business of cats, so it cannot be otherwise. But January 2025 shines in a class of its own. Or rather, its Oram.
Babied Beluga
You may have heard the expression, “it’s my white whale.” A white whale is a ludicrous goal that you keep chasing even though it may be the end of you. A white whale is an obsession that threatens to eat you alive. We have no white whales at Tabby’s Place. We have a black-and-white whale.
Epilogues: November 2024
No one gets out of November unscathed: not you, not me, and not the star-crossed onions who gave their lives to surf your Aunt Lurlene’s green bean casserole. Elections cause feelings. Thanksgivings cause feelings. The last chrysanthemum falling to the ground? The poet trees turned naked as prose? Feelings. Feelings. Feelings. The only cure for […]
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: It’s Elementary
The very many cats recently rescued from two locations, are now out of the elements (except those named for the ones on the periodic table).
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Scared Sacred
Over the summer, a flood of very scared cats washed up on the Tabby’s Place doorstep. As you’ve read, this was the result of a well-coordinated rescue of two sizable colonies. Never believing in “less” (there is always hope!) and always striving for more, the outlook is bright for the newcomers.
Epilogues: August 2024
Oh, kittens! If ever we needed cats, it’s now. We are in Olympics withdrawal. Target is trying to boondoggle us into believing we are behind on holiday shopping. And no matter where we hide, it is still an election year.