Epilogues: August 2026
We know so many things that July could not have predicted. We now love faces that June never saw coming. So, what shall we do with all this wisdom?
Cedars of Lebanon
On July 31st, fifteen cats came to Tabby’s Place from Beirut, Lebanon. We protectively called them “the kids.” They were our kids. But, we were mistaken if we thought the Beirut Fifteen were porcelain baby dolls. These cats are cedars.
Epilogues: July 2026
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
Epilogues: August 2025
Autumn is in the eyes of the beholder. Is it homework, or cardigans with pockets big enough to carry kittens? Is it decay, or farm stands selling warty gourds with googly eyes? Is it the last belch of the year, or a belated beginning?
Epilogues: July 2023
As August ambushes July with a Super Soaker, we’re feeling ruffled in Ringoes. Cats are reasonable. They do not expect life to be a constant stream of meat products. They accept that sometimes the best they can do is a burger made of twenty slices of cheese. But no one at Tabby’s Place can accept […]
Epilogues: September 2017
Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
Epilogues: August 2017
Did you eat local at every farm market? Did you “fweeeee!” around every Ferris wheel? Did you summer your summer to the summaximum?
Love stories: Max
Look: a sleepy kitten bathing in the sunshine. Now, what was that thing you were worrying about?
The fightin’ Phillie
Felis Catus family, I’m afraid I owe you an apology. But, more seriously, I’m afraid I owe eight kittens an apology.
The World Series of cuteness
When is a kitten not just a kitten? When he’s (a) a fur boa, (b) an interlitter peacemaker and (c) all that and five bags of chips. Phillie is no ordinary kitten.