There are at least two kinds of hearts. On one hand, there’s that fist-sized muscle that pumps life from head to toe. Then there’s the Valentine shaped affection-thing that hangs out with hugs and kisses and the color pink. You need one to survive; you need the other to live.
There’s no guarantee that a cat’s appearance – or a human’s, for that matter – will match his personality. But every so often, there comes a perfect fit between cuteness and character. So it is with Harley.
There will never, ever be another Grady. But, this spring, my heart has split open in a way it hadn’t done since last July.
I almost titled this post “Meet the Community Cats #9.” But that’s not quite right; you’ve already met Boots. You just don’t know him in his Community Cat existence yet.
He was already a living legend for his colossal paws, but now the mighty Milo has a new claim to fame infamy. The big guy with the enormous attitude has been…well, ex-Communi(ty)cated.
She’s not quite a T.S. Eliot cat (any dots? No). But who needs her own poem or rock-opera song when she can be the newest Tabby’s Place Community Cat?
Some cats won’t give a scary diagnosis the time of day. Tabby’s Place is blessed with a wealth of these death-defiers, and perhaps none is more charming, more adorable, or more downright peculiar than our tiny Esme.
Unlike human beans, cats are blissfully anxiety-free when it comes to “body image” issues. Every one, of every shape, size and quirk, is beautiful, and every one knows it. It’s one of the numberless reasons I admire them. Yet amidst all the beautiful cats we get to love, every so often one stands out as […]
I’m really starting to hate the phrase “not out of the woods yet.” I don’t know if China‘s found some nice wooded sunbeam to nap in, or maybe a woodland stream full of trout, but she – or rather, her medical situation – likes “the woods” a bit too much for my liking.
Raise your paw if you love change. No? How about upheaval? Chaos? Hmm. No dice, eh?