Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Grief Conquered
Grief is not a discrete moment. It is a persistent weight.
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Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Pillows of Floof
Everybody needs a comfort buddy. At Tabby’s Place, thanks to the Comfort Buddies volunteer socializer program, these abound.
Moonchild
Brave little moonchild, how I yearn to be like you. I will never have your feathery silk coat, all shimmering sable. Yours alone is the lunar energy that whirls you like joy’s dervish. But, Luna, if you teach me even a fraction of your courage, I may yet learn to shine.
Epilogues: February 2026
February, you frisky little thing, you are the kitten of the year. Small and scampish, you leap before you look and fall smitten on unsuspecting shoulders. You fit inside a teacup, but you are as bold as an “I love you” spoken out loud. You shine into our eyes with the question that counts: be […]
Epilogues: January 2026
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 […]
Epilogues: August 2025
Autumn is in the eyes of the beholder. Is it homework, or cardigans with pockets big enough to carry kittens? Is it decay, or farm stands selling warty gourds with googly eyes? Is it the last belch of the year, or a belated beginning?
Epilogues: July 2025
At least once a week, someone tells me they are scared to visit Tabby’s Place. This always comes from someone blessed and challenged with a tender heart. They know their own softness. They fear they may not be able to bear the sight of cats who cannot walk, or seniors once discarded. They picture Tabby’s […]
Guest post: Dirty laundry
Having spent a significant portion of my formative years in the 1980s, a lot of my pop culture references are considerably dated. Most are still more or less apropos of any given situation.
Valentitled, part II
There’s a very tiny squirrel with no tail in my local rodent community. Not a nubbin. Not a shnubbin. Not even a tuftlet of a hint of a bygone blump. She’s the runt. She’s the weirdo. She’s in a perpetual state of joy. She’s undeniably in charge. We are collectively, irrevocably, exuberantly in love with […]
Leveling up
As you read this sentence, you’re getting older. Wait, you just did it again. Now you did it again. You can’t stop, and I won’t get in your way. But before we get all our farfalle twisted into bow ties of despair, remember: we’re not alone. The cats are aging, too.