Let the good cats roll
The cats have a beef to pick with you and me. They can’t agree whether it’s a roast beef or a corned beef. Regardless, we’re really in trouble this time.
The cats have a beef to pick with you and me. They can’t agree whether it’s a roast beef or a corned beef. Regardless, we’re really in trouble this time.
We try not to have favorites at Tabby’s Place. We fail. “We” is all-inclusive of our furred and non-furred delegations.
Every month in Tabby’s Place history has been majestic. We are in the business of cats, so it cannot be otherwise. But January 2025 shines in a class of its own. Or rather, its Oram.
O! Oram! Mighty orb of mischief, there can only be one. But thanks to you, none of us will ever again feel like “the only one.”
Events and eves, especially events that occur on eves are exhausting, as evidenced by the residents of Tabby’s Place.
Editor’s note: This is the second in a series of posts in which we hand you our holiday wish list and stare into your eyes until you are uncomfortable. Hopefully, uncomfortable enough to give us what we ask. I am once again asking you to break our hearts.
When someone tells you they don’t like cats, you have two options. You can call the police. Or you can ask them, “why?” (While dialing the police.)
Sweetie is not the most medically challenged cat to grace Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary. Yet, his situation breaks my heart.
When laughter gives me courage, I will think of Tucker. When I remember the silliest hearts are the strongest, I will think of Tucker. But today, I’m not ready to think of a world without Tucker.
Although none of them were yet born when it was released, the Tabby’s Place cats have made Outkast’s “Hey Ya!” their solemn anthem. Specifically: “Now I want to see y’all on y’all baddest behavior.”