Things are about to get personal. We’re going to look in your eyes and read you our holiday wish list. We’re not going to ask you for a trip to Paris or a piece of the moon. We’re going to ask you to break our hearts.
Tabby’s Place has a veteran diva worthy of the great opera houses of Sydney, Australia, Milan, Italy, and New York City.
What is one-eyed, 2 years old, and black and white all over? Buffy! She is a recent rescue from a challenging situation, and she has landed firmly, squarely in Suite D (with a capital D). There, she rubs elbows (well, faces and bodies) with a legendary crew of felines as well as with each and […]
Caring for cats in a sanctuary requires more than just feeding, no matter what the cats may say. Grooming the cats at the Place of all places, that is to say Tabby’s Place, is important for their hygiene and for nourishing connections.
Reality TV is overrated. Too many people, not enough cats. That’s where Tabby’s Place comes in.
We will not be covering the US Presidential Election on this blog. This is a selfish decision on my part, I know. But my hobbies include “avoiding panic attacks” and “not getting fired,” so here we are. Also, the cats’ preferred candidate already dropped out, by whom of course I mean Hulk Hogan. We will, […]
“Raisin does not like Rosalind.” “One of the kittens pooped in the sink.” “I have found my vocation; my vocation is love.”
Dogs have been the primary beneficiaries of very much study and very great good will. And cats? Let’s just say it has been less so…until recently.
People spend too much time bandying about words that set hard limits. Frankly, such limits do not exist.
To my dear Tabby’s Place Family, You are loved and appreciated more than all of the very many following words can adequately express. This is a meager attempt to tell you why.