Epilogues: August 2026
We know so many things that July could not have predicted. We now love faces that June never saw coming. So, what shall we do with all this wisdom?
Cedars of Lebanon
On July 31st, fifteen cats came to Tabby’s Place from Beirut, Lebanon. We protectively called them “the kids.” They were our kids. But, we were mistaken if we thought the Beirut Fifteen were porcelain baby dolls. These cats are cedars.
Epilogues: July 2026
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
Epilogues: July 2019
Here’s something worth thinking about. If you meet someone named Gus, is it short for August, Augustine, Augustus, or Asparagus?
Epilogues: May 2019
Let it never be said that May is monotone. Stuff went down this past month, kittens. Billy Ray Cyrus returned to the radio, achy-breaking all of our ears if not our spirits. The President of the United States of America presented a very large trophy to a very large man at the Grand Sumo tournament. […]
Epilogues: January 2018
Wait. Did we not just epp a log? We did. But that’s because I’m a dunderhead. So dance around in your dungarees, you January-jousting kittens; it’s time for another month in review.
Epilogues: December 2017
Oh, frisky feisty January. You are longer than your 31 days, starting with fireworks and ending with “finally!” You are the time for cold crunch under our feet and Christmas leftovers gone crusty. You are the month of few holidays and generally muted merriment. But those who live among cats have all the frisk and […]