There’s no beating around this bristly, brutal bush. August 2018 dealt some awfulness in extremis at Tabby’s Place.
You’re in for a treat, Simba-smitten souls. Our stellar volunteer Tara is back with an update on our difficult, delightful Lion King. Take it away, Tara…
It’s time for another update on our inscrutable, irresistible orange tabby. Leave it to Simba‘s soulmate Tara to sing every verse with love. Read on and you’ll agree; Tara’s unwavering friendship is a veritable hymn to Sim…
Some things never change. Simba‘s life, however, is the stuff David Bowie sang about. Today, Tara takes us through the latest twists and turns…
Tabby’s Place is a cat sanctuary. It is our mission to rescue cats from hopeless situations. We care for them. We nurture them. We are providing a service for them. But let’s not kid ourselves about who’s really helping who.
One day, carnival carousing. The next, dust and ashes. Such is the Lenten kickoff dance.
Every once in a great while, we receive an offer so compassionate, so compelling, so colossal, that we simply must share it with you. This week, we’ve received the most unstinky of offers.
If you’re going to visit Suite C at Tabby’s Place, it’s probably best to bring your own tent. It’s loud and messy and magical in there, and the last thing you want is to have to leave early.
All cats have good heads. All cats have kissable heads. But only one cat has a noggin shaped like a diamond.
Three million humans are expected to attend the Macy’s 4th of July Fireworks. Five hundred thousand humans will be at the Boston Pops Fireworks Spectacular. But the humans who are both rad and awesome are right here, checking out what went boom in the Tabby’s Place cats’ world this month.