Hang around Tabby’s Place, and you’ll hear peculiar things. “I need to squeeze six bladders before lunch.” “Half a salamander was found in Solarium B.” “We have a hostage situation in the back hallway. Hazey has the entire Junior Honor Society cornered. Negotiations have failed.” But there are three words you will never hear at […]
There’s a cat for every home…and a home for every cat. But sometimes, it takes a little finagling to make the right match. King had no problem accumulating minions admirers at Tabby’s Place. How could you not love this chatty, wacky, awesomely imperial guy? Built like Jimmy Stewart but with a personality like Jerry Lewis, […]
Two is often better than one. Especially when it’s a very royal dessert sandwich.
Every so often, we get to welcome a group of cats who are so much greater than the sum of their parts. The Islip eight. The sweet Southern sixteen. And, now, the Big Apple babies.
It’s no secret that we’re in the presence of greatness at Tabby’s Place. Some folks call Tashi “the little Prince,” and Peachy is (obviously) in the highest echelon of royalty. But, with a few recent arrivals, we would seem to have a full royal court. Windsor’s got nothing on Tabby’s Place.