We will do almost anything for our cats at Tabby’s Place. We will lay on the linoleum like earthworms to blink reassurance into their eyes. We will administer flotillas of squeeze-tuna. We will drive through the night to the emergency vet, regardless of cost. If they rise up and demand yak mousse from one specific […]
Grand Central Station in New York City is a pretty busy place. So is Tabby’s Place! As evidenced by the presence of Kenzo, Suite B is challenging the train terminals for busiest of known spaces.
You hear your anthem. Snoop Dogg is cheering your name. The whole world is your Number One Fan. One of two things is happening. Either you just won a gold medal in the Olympic Games… …or you are a Tabby’s Place cat on an unremarkable Thursday.
For the sake of science, answer the following to the best of your ability. Would you rather be named after: Your grandma Your favorite Hobbit A living legend with the power to save the planet
It may be Black Friday (in the US, at least), and there may be a lot of attention on bloated tummies and massive sales. Not at Tabby’s Place (except maybe the slightest loosening of waistbands). Fridays are days, just like every day, for focusing attention on cats. The FIV+ crew think they deserve extra special […]
Much will be asked of you today. Sweep the Cheerios from the kitchen floor. Click all the pictures of stoplights. Deliver meat nuggets to a cat who thinks he is Caligula. Remember Magda.
What is the goal? Where is the end of the rainbow? Why is there always a carrot on the end of the stick, when it could be a brick of Spam?
With apologies to her namesake, Tabby’s Place is the home of the only girl in the world. Now we just need to convince Rihanna that she’s safe under our umbrella.
What if we all sat around the fireplace and pulled oysters and pearls from our week? The cats would strongly prefer that we pull all the catfish out of all the bayous and dance like Kokopelli around the bonfire, but they’ll accept this pale substitution.
I love Polly. It’s true. I love Polly, and I don’t care who knows. Wait, that’s not quite right. I love Polly, and I want everyone to know, so that you’ll all love her, too.