Didn’t we have a time? We cherished kittens. Now, we are remembering seniors. And the cats reminded us of the meaning of May.
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 […]
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 […]
Two words can strike elation into even the hardest heart: kitten season. And, this spring, one of the most gifted writers and volunteers I know is kind enough to chronicle our little ones’ adventures here on Felis Catus. There’s one catch: this dear scribe, hereafter known as Fuzzball, wishes to remain anonymous. So with great joy, I […]