Sam wise
In observance of President’s Day week, this post shall honor the cat who most echoes the statesmanship and service befitting the highest office in the land. By which, of course, I mean the cat who looks the most like Martin Van Buren.
Gratuitous cat photos of the day: Sleep in heavenly peace edition
This will be your last salvo from Felis Catus pre-Christmas.* But before this blog twinkles out for the cool Yule, a reverie for you.
Well Pollenated neighborhood
Tabby’s Place has a lot in common with New York City. I don’t mean the fashion, the graffiti or even the undying affection of Woody Allen. I mean the neighborhoods.
Interdependence day
When in the course of feline events, it becomes necessary for one cat suite to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to […]
Time of the season
It’s the time of the season when love runs high when Gratuitous Cat Photos start appearing on Felis Catus. I could apologize for not having time to catch my breath eat a fluffernutter sandwich blog regularly. I could…and I would, except that (a) the aformentioned lack of time is due to trying to keep up […]
ASPC-yay
Someone once said that it takes a village to raise a child. My aunts and uncles say it takes at least 7 spices to make real tomato sauce. And at Tabby’s Place, we’re well aware: it takes a lot of loving human beans to save the cats.
Thanks to Catoberfest…
…your blogger has been a whole buncha busy. It’s hard work receiving amazing items like trips to Aruba and pearl necklaces. (No, really, it is – I don’t get to keep this stuff. But you have a shot at it – click here.) But, thanks to my epic guilt at not having time to write […]
Tickle me not
There’s no fail-safe formula for finding a cat’s sweet spot at Tabby’s Place. Trial and error are often in order, and the game of “musical cats” goes on until everyone’s happy. At least, everyone feline.
Glorious and victorious
Back in middle school, I had a good friend who was known for exclaiming, during tough times, “How am I expected to remain victorious under these circumstances??!” Yeah. I was a weird middle schooler. (I’ve changed a lot not at all.) But, today, the news is wall-to-wall victorious.
That’s “C” as in…
Old Tabby’s Place lore is shrouded in mystery, myth and cat hair. Why did the cats’ identification numbers start at 10, not 0? Just how many cats named Oreo have been here over the years? And how did the suites get their names?