Meeting your best friend is like coming home from a lonesome journey. Your eyes meet, in that unmistakable look of recognition: there you are! It is a magical time. You swap secrets and stories. You are safe and silly together. At last, you are home. We just never imagined Jimmy would have to leave again so […]
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.
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
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 […]
Love comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, vectors, and ways. Love can grow slowly, strengthening with time and togetherness. Love can creep up on us like a cat on the prowl, knocking us off our feet, taking our breath away, and leaving us wondering what hit us after it escapes out grasp.
If you hang around Tabby’s Place for any length of time, you will unavoidably encounter the word “shmoldie.” Repeatedly. Inescapably. Inexplicably.
Summer is serious business. Its questions are timeless: Whatever happened to Frozfruit? Will the song of the summer be “Juice,” “Sucker” or “Old Town Road”? Where have all the kittens gone?
Oh, kittens, are you in for a tender, heart-tearing treat today. If you know mega-volunteer Ilene from our Facebook page, where she frequently shares our cats’ adventures, you already know that she is one of the kindest stars ever to warm our world. Her sun shone bright on our Jimmy, and today we all have […]
Every day is a party at Tabby’s Place. There are shenanigans. There is tomfoolery. There’s enough Party Mix to make a trail to Neptune and back. But one day still stands apart.
Democracy dies in darkness, so they say. But slinky brown tabbies thrive in darkness. For a time.