If Mardi Gras is for lardy lap cats, Ash Wednesday is for those as soft as fog. They are so much more than “grey cats.” Call them silver linings and titanium cores, nimbus clouds and nimble comforters. Call them diamond charms and stainless steel, mystics and moonbeams. Most of all, call them Team Stardust, for […]
What does 2026 know, that 2025 can’t imagine? How big can we dream, here on the porch swing between two years?
Every year, usually soon after Memorial Day, Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers congregate in a garden to remember and honor beloved cats (and sometimes people) lost to us during the previous 12 months.
It’s better that we don’t know in advance, don’t you think? If you told us, in May 2024, which cat beds would be empty in May 2025, we wouldn’t have had the strength to bear it.
In the landscape of the heart, you rarely know when you are entering a valley. There are no billboards shouting, “Now Entering One Of The Saddest Months Of Your Life!” Perhaps this is for the best.
Her name was spelled “wrong.” Her little brown-bear body had a few extra needs. And everything, absolutely everything, about Boobalah was perfect.
When I am not comparing Gator to Matthew McConaughey or administering squeeze-tuna directly into the mouths of feline celebrities, I am raising money for Tabby’s Place. (This enables us to procure additional squeeze-tuna for feline celebrities. It’s all full circle.) I am called “Development Director,” because “Moneypenny” was taken. This carries the occupational hazard of […]
Proposal: We agree to Boobalah’s idea of holding a luau in the Tabby’s Place lobby.
You are hereby invited to make history. This could be the greatest Valentine’s weekend in the history of love. But that’s entirely in your hands.
Boa and Adder feel robbed. Something precious was taken away from them when Moo Moo was moved to the lobby.