Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: The Belly Boys
Cats defy logic. Cats also defy reason. That is probably why a few cats at Tabby’s Place insist on breaking the rules about the non-touchability of bellies. These are the few, the proud, The Belly Boys.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Love is…
What is love, anyway? It is a question for the ages, not just for Howard Jones. At Tabby’s Place, the answer goes by many names.
Let the good cats roll
The cats have a beef to pick with you and me. They can’t agree whether it’s a roast beef or a corned beef. Regardless, we’re really in trouble this time.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Lobby Luau
Proposal: We agree to Boobalah’s idea of holding a luau in the Tabby’s Place lobby.
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).
Molto Bello
At Tabby’s Place, we believe “beautiful” has a billion faces. “Stunning” is an accordion file with infinite pockets. But the cat whose name means “handsome” has a face like no other.
Wishbones and funny bones
It is bewildering to be a child. Sometimes, it feels like the big people are playing with you. They say your elbow is a “funny bone.” They always seem to say this after you hit it on the door jamb. Then, on Thanksgiving, they tell you to play tug-o-war with your grandma over something called […]
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.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Sing to Me
Tabby’s Place has a veteran diva worthy of the great opera houses of Sydney, Australia, Milan, Italy, and New York City.
The cat blanket
When the Bad Times are over and the Good Times begin, everything is immediately delightful. All the anxiety evaporates. Worry is terminated. Mirth covers the earth. Right. This may be true if you are a rag doll, or a polyester cat with plastic eyes.