We are too stingy with the word “saint.” We attach it to St. Valentine, but not the purring peacemaker who warms our lap and kneads our aches. We pin it on St. Patrick, but not the kitten who jolts us from our doldrums to prove that joy still exists, and gravity is subject to negotiation. […]
At Tabby’s Place in Ringoes, NJ, the volume on the heat was recently turned up to 11.
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 […]
It is serious business when children read to cats. It is also, very importantly, silly business and one of the most wonderful things in the world.
Homegoings are the most celebrated moments at Tabby’s Place. Afterall, nothing is better than family finding each other. Arrivals are also the most celebrated moments at Tabby’s Place.
At Tabby’s Place, building community is highly cherished. In this very special building, cats and people come together to create a community like no other.
It was bitterly cold. There was a giant, red, danger-triangle of warning drawn over the entire state.
You come to this venerable blog with the big questions: Why not “Hannah”? Why not, Hannah? Why not Hannah?
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 […]
November arrives full of “alls.” Yesterday was All Saints Day. (The cats celebrated themselves appropriately.) Today is All Souls Day. (The cats snickered “bless your soul” at us inappropriately.) And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, we’re lavished with the luscious “alls” of 125 Tabby’s Place residents in all their muchness.