Anka

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: 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: 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 […]