Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Weights and Measures
“You want to throw me Taylor? He’s right behind you.” This might not be the strangest statement to be overheard at Tabby’s Place.
“You want to throw me Taylor? He’s right behind you.” This might not be the strangest statement to be overheard at Tabby’s Place.
With intakes and outtakes (aka adoptions), it can be difficult to keep track of the very many Tabby’s Place cats in the very many spaces that they occupy. When there are multiples of similar size, shape, and markings, the challenges double.
Staff and volunteers at Tabby’s Place devote themselves to soft labor.
Ahoy, me hearties! Avast ye! It might seem a wee bit strange, but Tabby’s Place is being run like a pirate ship these days. The cats (and several hundred people) are keeping things under smooth sail, no matter how the winds blow or when there are seas of change.
Cats face introductions to lots of strangers when they’re first brought into a sanctuary. Like children just starting grade school, they have no idea who will become their newest best friends.
On a recent Saturday, a park pavilion in Ringoes, NJ overflowed with staff and volunteers from Tabby’s Place. The reason for the gathering, an annual tradition, was gratitude.
Tabby’s Place sponsorships are a very serious and an extremely silly matter.
One small member of a treasured horde, in August of 2024, Nerf came to Tabby’s Place where he spent a lot of time hidden behind a curtain on a shelf.
Beyond providing vaccinations and, especially at Tabby’s Place, saving lives by treating acute and chronic problems, veterinary care can lead to helpful educated guesses about the felines we know and love.
Malora is melting. Maybe that’s thawing. Warming might be the better term.