Cats regularly (and somewhat irregularly) arrive at the former cornfield that has blossomed into Tabby’s Place.
This is a public service announcement, exclusively for beautiful people. Are you looking for two shy cats? Yes, as a matter of fact, you are. Of course you are. We have already established that you are beautiful people.
Today is the start of Advent, a four-week countdown to Christmas Day. You may remember paper calendars with little doors, yielding chocolate that tasted like old soap but was nevertheless wonderful. It is a season of expectation and anticipation. It is “patience boot camp” for hasty creatures. It comes naturally to heavenly creatures. By whom, […]
With intakes and outtakes (aka adoptions), it can be difficult to keep track of the very many Tabby’s Place cats in the very many spaces that they occupy. When there are multiples of similar size, shape, and markings, the challenges double.
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?
You’ve done it; I’ve done it; I strongly suspect we will both do it again. I’m talking about talking trash about 2020. I think we might have overdone it just a touch.
Oh August, sweet little August, you are young yet, and tender. Yet as you grow, we have a request for you. On behalf of every individual of every species on every continent, subcontinent and islet: please be kind.