There is a special kind of fire burning steadily in the heart of Tabby’s Place.
Winter is coming to Ringoes, NJ. That means the cats at Tabby’s Place will feel a chill in their solariums.
Even when out in the wild – that is to say, not at Tabby’s Place – cat-themed shirts, socks, and earrings are attention grabbing. People love to ask the obvious questions, “Are you a big fan of cats?” The obvious answer is YES!
At Tabby’s Place, it is no rare thing to hear words such as “slain” and “flattened” upon someone meeting a new resident. Maybe it’s just me saying such things, but it’s a regular occurrence when magical beings like Odessa fill the suites.
A cat slowly nudges a full glass of water to the edge of a precipice, relishing the moments of anticipation until, inescapably, gravity’s pull slams home with a crash and a splash.
The FeLV+ cats in Quinn’s Corner have a secret, and they want to spill the beans. Brace yourself. Ready? Felvies can live long, healthy, happy lives.
Poop is the stuff dreams are made of. This is the literal truth for Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers. Seriously. Also, ew.
FIV (Feline Immunodeficiency Virus) can be a fierce foe. Yet, it stands no chance against the warriors of Tabby’s Place. In naming cats with whimsy and joy, the virus’s teeth can be pulled one giggle at a time. Although, truth be told, not all of the giggles have anything to do with the cats’ names.