Epilogues: April 2023
T.S. Eliot, who first discovered that every cat has three names, declared April to be “the cruelest month.” Clearly he did not know the names of Mayhem, Crumpet, or Patches.
T.S. Eliot, who first discovered that every cat has three names, declared April to be “the cruelest month.” Clearly he did not know the names of Mayhem, Crumpet, or Patches.
To the naked eye, Tabby’s Place appears to be a cat sanctuary. A special cat sanctuary, certainly. One-of-a-kind. Sensational. Smitten with specifically those cats the world forgot. But Tabby’s Place is more than it appears: an outpost of love. A living, purring, peeing parable. A tumbler of timeless truths. And a place where August can […]
We did it, kittens. We marched forth. We outlasted the year that seemed like always winter and never Christmas. And now, Aslan is on the move. Now, wild dingoes couldn’t keep us from blooming.
Sometimes 28 days can feel like the longest month of the year. This was no ordinary February.
People collect all sorts of things. Thimbles. Baseball cards. Statues of Frodo Baggins. Dust. Vintage hats. Vintage cats.
One year ago this past Tuesday, Lola arrived at Tabby’s Place with her two “sisters,” Mia and Lilac. All three cats came to us through the Guardian Angel Program when their beloved human mamma had passed away.
OK, prayerful people, this post’s for you. Actually, this post’s for Lola. Today, she needs you.
There are no rocking chairs at Tabby’s Place. That’s true in at least two senses.
There’s just no way to make this easy. You’d think that, if there was such a thing as a “good death” or an “easy goodbye,” we’d have found it at Tabby’s Place by now. But there’s not – death is a thief every single time. Losing kittens is wrong. Losing elderly cats is wrong. Sudden […]