Didn’t we have a time? We cherished kittens. Now, we are remembering seniors. And the cats reminded us of the meaning of May.
Is a small stray tabby an inconvenience, or an invitation? Is her mangled eye a horror, or a call to love? Tell me what you see, and you will tell me who you are.
You don’t need me to remind you how hard it is to be a person. Especially in winter. Especially this winter. Being a person is excruciating. Being a person is exquisite. But being a Tabby’s Place person means never having to face anything alone. And being a Tabby’s Place cat means taking care of the people who […]
Happy New Year, kittens. Let us make a pact, today, while we still have confetti in our whiskers and something called “egg nog” in our fridges. (How did it get there? Who invented it? Why have we never had a Tabby’s Place cat named Nog? I digress.) Here’s the plan: we will not permit this […]