Editor’s note: You may know Jae as our Volunteer Coordinator and Sanctuary Associate. There’s a chance you know Jae as Awesome Adopter of Oscar, Moonlight, and Tater. But, because Jae is as humble as they are awesome, you probably do not know Jae as Fosterer of Limitless Love. They have fostered legions of our fragile […]
Congratulations, kittens: you have reached Level 12 of 2022. We all know the final boss in the video game has the biggest teeth. We are all acquainted with December’s smile and its sharpness. Fortunately, one far greater than Super Mario is here to rescue us, and I don’t mean Santa. I mean one (hundred) cats […]
You are on a journey through space and time. No, you aren’t in The Twilight Zone. You are somewhere far more interesting, vastly more magical, and eminently more real. You have entered Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary. You are here with me. It’s a Friday. Let’s go! We’ll start by swinging wide the big, blue […]
Sometimes you find yourself heading west on I-76 in Philadelphia, looking forward to a family gathering, which gets canceled when you’re almost there. Curveball.
“Into each life a little rain must fall.” That, and other such dismissive platitudes, fail to comfort when the rain is a deluge accompanied by crashing thunder, tumultuous seas, fire, and brimstone. Okay, that last bit might be as much of an overstatement, and the adage is an understatement. But, there are times when our […]
Continued from Monday… Jeannie, being pure cat, is a stranger to guilt in all its guises. We, being pure perplexity, can take guilt too far.
I think cats must pity us for focusing on all the wrong things. For instance: we lament, in shame-soaked tones, that cheesecake is “bad,” and we, its eaters, are bad by association every time we succumb. Instead, we could be marveling at the fact that cheesecake exists at all, and, as a bonus, is high […]
Cats undoubtedly have their concerns: plant-based sausage, the pleasures and pitfalls of nostalgia, the diminishing likelihood of a One Direction reunion. But, by and large, small or large, they are not a species prone to worry. They are, accordingly, a species poised to save us from ourselves.
If I were to hold public office, my first act would be to end war and redirect every battle-dollar to feeding everyone of every species, preferably at the same table, whilst we all sing ballads and talk tenderly about our edifying differences. My second act would be to mandate that we all use the word […]
The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?