You’re the one, sweet Izma. Of course it’s you. It was always you. It will always be you. But you’re not quite sure that’s a good thing. We understand.
Tabby’s Place visitors often ask tour guides if the building is loud because there are so many cats. We used to have a standard response, “No…except for Grecca.”
When you are in a hopeless situation, every day is Ash Wednesday. You don’t need a smudge on your forehead. You wear grief like a tattoo. You don’t need someone to say, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” You remember all too well. But when you are a Tabby’s Place […]
Every month in Tabby’s Place history has been majestic. We are in the business of cats, so it cannot be otherwise. But January 2025 shines in a class of its own. Or rather, its Oram.
When does love make its landing? Do the wheels touch down only after some required minimum time in the air? Or does love define its own gravity? Fourteen cats depended on the answer.