Epilogues: July 2026
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
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Epilogues: July 2026
Riddle me this, Tabby’s Place fam. What is summer, for people with hearts like ours?
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 […]
She’s going to be okay
She’s going to be okay, because she has to be okay. I am talking about Patches. I am talking about all of us.
Let’s hear it for the mamas
You can hear a kitten’s piccolo meow from deep space. You can hear Hips‘s galumphing gallop all the way to Glockamora. But while youth and ego shout, the meek let their lives speak. They will never toot their own horns. So let’s hear it for the mamas.
Interspecies Women’s Day
Since 1911, International Women’s Day has been “a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural, and political achievements of women.” Tabby’s Place thrives on the brilliance, bravery, empathy, and energy of a legendary league of women. Our volunteers, staff, and donors are humble heroes. They tilt the arc of the universe towards love, on an […]
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Patches-work
There is a celebrated dreamcoat, noted for its many colors, that was gifted as an expression of love. Patches, of the Tabby’s Place Community Room where all the “Cool Kids” hang out, has her own fabulous coat.
Decision(s) 2024
Today is the day. The world is waiting, breathless, to see what we will decide. We may not know the outcome by the time we go to sleep. Only history can tell if we chose wisely. History, and Olive.
Roomy community
I heard it again today. “Tabby’s Place seems bigger inside than it looks on the outside.”
How to reach 108
Patches is not yet one hundred eight years old. Theodosia is actually pretty close, but if you tell her I said that, I will never live to reach forty-four years old.
Forever years old
I want to believe that everyone I love will remain young. Of course my mother is still thirty-five. She is every bit as thirty-five as she was when she packed my peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. Of course Angelo is still a youth. He is not a seventeen year old cat so much as a seventeen year old […]