Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: The Stuff of Dreams
Poop is the stuff dreams are made of. This is the literal truth for Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers. Seriously. Also, ew.
Poop is the stuff dreams are made of. This is the literal truth for Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers. Seriously. Also, ew.
“You want to throw me Taylor? He’s right behind you.” This might not be the strangest statement to be overheard at Tabby’s Place.
Ahoy, me hearties! Avast ye! It might seem a wee bit strange, but Tabby’s Place is being run like a pirate ship these days. The cats (and several hundred people) are keeping things under smooth sail, no matter how the winds blow or when there are seas of change.
Cats face introductions to lots of strangers when they’re first brought into a sanctuary. Like children just starting grade school, they have no idea who will become their newest best friends.
Beyond providing vaccinations and, especially at Tabby’s Place, saving lives by treating acute and chronic problems, veterinary care can lead to helpful educated guesses about the felines we know and love.
Tabby’s Place visitors often ask tour guides if the building is loud because there are so many cats. We used to have a standard response, “No…except for Grecca.”
All it took to draw the first cat to Tabby’s Place was for there to be some portion of a building. Flash forward to building Quinn’s Corner, and the initial finding was proven true again.
Brownie arrived at Tabby’s Place over 2,000 cats ago. He was adopted, but he recently boomeranged (came back).
It was not a pumpkin-shaped golden carriage that brought a cinder-colored cat to Tabby’s Place a short time ago.
Every time a cat comes to Tabby’s Place, we find ourselves testing out new ground.