A young, grey and cream stripey cat arrived in Ringoes, NJ just in the nick of time.
Sometimes it takes the just the right cat at just the right time to add a zesty seasoning to life. In the beforetimes, Cinnamon was an outdoor cat with a clipped ear to prove how much certain humans valued him.
Three certain cats’ names put together in the right way sound like a nursery rhyme.
This is not a gossip column, but Xena Rosenberg has secrets that might be exposed herein by Xena herself.
Shoes, man! Wait. What? No. Ahem. Cats, man! Sneakers will surely forgive this trespass. Sneakers will forgive anything.
Every year, usually soon after Memorial Day, Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers congregate in a garden to remember and honor beloved cats (and sometimes people) lost to us during the previous 12 months.
Oh, no. Oh, my! OH, YES!! Nerf has found his forever home. MINE!!!
Cats sometimes find themselves in awkward positions. Here at Tabby’s Place, some particular positions include “hopeless situations.”
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.”
All it took to draw the first cat to Tabby’s Place was for there to be some portion of a building. Flash forward to building Quinn’s Corner, and the initial finding was proven true again.