In flight
There are times when life feels like quicksand up to our necks. There are mornings when it takes all your strength to crawl out of the soil. These are the hours we must remember Papillon.
After the ashes
When you are in a hopeless situation, every day is Ash Wednesday. You don’t need a smudge on your forehead. You wear grief like a tattoo. You don’t need someone to say, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” You remember all too well. But when you are a Tabby’s Place […]
Epilogues: January 2025
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.
The fab fourteen
When does love make its landing? Do the wheels touch down only after some required minimum time in the air? Or does love define its own gravity? Fourteen cats depended on the answer.
Epilogues: August 2014
People say that Labor Day marks the end of summer. People say that white shoes are not okay after said day. People say a lot of things. But if you’ve had the kind of August our cats have had, you’re still sloshing white espadrilles through the endless summer stew.
Flight
It’s often claimed that, when you tell someone not to do Something, Something becomes the thing they want most to do. But could it be that Something might be right?
Epilogues: July 2014
It’s been a July to remember. We learned that Kanye West is a blowfish, not a shark. We saw a movie in which a raccoon did the talking for a man who’s a tree. And we rode a rocket of changes with a raft of cats.