What does 2026 know, that 2025 can’t imagine? How big can we dream, here on the porch swing between two years?
Do you hear it, kittens? Do you feel it, when you lay your hand upon your heart?
One day, all the grown-ups are jostling for the chance to hold you. The next, some precious little potato is purring in the palms of their hands. It’s never easy to give up the title, “Baby of the Family.”
Even when out in the wild – that is to say, not at Tabby’s Place – cat-themed shirts, socks, and earrings are attention grabbing. People love to ask the obvious questions, “Are you a big fan of cats?” The obvious answer is YES!
A cat slowly nudges a full glass of water to the edge of a precipice, relishing the moments of anticipation until, inescapably, gravity’s pull slams home with a crash and a splash.
This is not a test. This is not a drill. This is certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is Halloween, on a Friday.
Ahoy, me hearties! Avast ye! It might seem a wee bit strange, but Tabby’s Place is being run like a pirate ship these days. The cats (and several hundred people) are keeping things under smooth sail, no matter how the winds blow or when there are seas of change.
Every kitten should be knit into the quilt of kindness. But without a family, a little life can fray at the seams. His only hope is the braid.
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?