Nobody makes it out of kittenhood without disappointment. By the time your tail gets long enough to curl, you learn: life is not all pinwheels and squeeze-cheese. There are days in spring as cold as deep December. And there will always be some people who think you are “just a cat.” But then, there are […]
Early spring is a wriggly thing. It is like a fat neon caterpillar with no symptoms of “butterfly.” It is like the brassy sun that tries too hard and turns into a freeze warning by dusk. It has one paw in the garden of “already,” and one ankle-deep in the slush of “not yet.” In […]
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]
You don’t need me to remind you how hard it is to be a person. Especially in winter. Especially this winter. Being a person is excruciating. Being a person is exquisite. But being a Tabby’s Place person means never having to face anything alone. And being a Tabby’s Place cat means taking care of the people who […]
Happy New Year, kittens. Let us make a pact, today, while we still have confetti in our whiskers and something called “egg nog” in our fridges. (How did it get there? Who invented it? Why have we never had a Tabby’s Place cat named Nog? I digress.) Here’s the plan: we will not permit this […]
Every October is a showboat. Not just every month boasts warty gourds, pumpkin-scented toilet paper, and toddlers dressed as Beetlejuice. But October 2025, you turned the fabulous up to ten.
Things That Do Not Exist, an incomplete list: Coincidences; hopeless cats; legitimate uses of fat-free mayonnaise. If you are unsure about that first item, just ask a few cats. Preferably the “hopeless” ones.
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?
At least once a week, someone tells me they are scared to visit Tabby’s Place. This always comes from someone blessed and challenged with a tender heart. They know their own softness. They fear they may not be able to bear the sight of cats who cannot walk, or seniors once discarded. They picture Tabby’s […]