Editor’s note: This post was written before a particular course of events unfolded. Stay ’til the dessert course, and all shall be revealed. XO, AT If we are grateful, Thanksgiving tastes like truth. If we are human, Thanksgiving tastes … complicated. If we are at Tabby’s Place, there is a cat at the head of […]
Every October is a showboat. Not just every month boasts warty gourds, pumpkin-scented toilet paper, and toddlers dressed as Beetlejuice. But October 2025, you turned the fabulous up to ten.
FIV (Feline Immunodeficiency Virus) can be a fierce foe. Yet, it stands no chance against the warriors of Tabby’s Place. In naming cats with whimsy and joy, the virus’s teeth can be pulled one giggle at a time. Although, truth be told, not all of the giggles have anything to do with the cats’ names.
We work hard to prevent feline fatherhood at Tabby’s Place. This is the all-important “N” at the center of TNR. (That’s “Trap, Neuter, Return,” not “Turkey, Nuggets, Ravioli,” no matter what Bello tries to tell you.) But you can be a great Dad without having a single kitten. So today, we salute the top Pops […]
Diagnoses can be disheartening. Diagnoses can be dastardly. But, an FIV+ diagnosis at Tabby’s Place can lead to residency in Suite D. That is D for dynamic. Also, D is for enDearing. It only takes a minute to find out why diagnostic heartache and healing purr go side by side in a magical space.
Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.