It’s almost time, my little sweet potatoes. The paper cups are full of poultry. Anka has groomed himself to Great Aunt Gertrude’s standards. Gator promises not to chomp into anyone’s leg like a drumstick.* *Unless they bring up politics, discourage him from auditioning for The Golden Bachelor, or arrive without actual drumsticks. All that’s missing … […]
Halloween has its charms, but the cats are really amped about November. This is not because they have 364 days until the next time we dress them up as pumpkins and aliens. It’s because November 1st is All Saints Day, and cats are all saints, all the time.
Ahoy, me hearties! Avast ye! It might seem a wee bit strange, but Tabby’s Place is being run like a pirate ship these days. The cats (and several hundred people) are keeping things under smooth sail, no matter how the winds blow or when there are seas of change.
Cats face introductions to lots of strangers when they’re first brought into a sanctuary. Like children just starting grade school, they have no idea who will become their newest best friends.
Trent could have been born on a Viking longship. Prescott might have ruled neolithic Bulgaria. Fold history a little differently, and you could pilot a starship seven thousand years from now.
Cats defy logic. Cats also defy reason. That is probably why a few cats at Tabby’s Place insist on breaking the rules about the non-touchability of bellies. These are the few, the proud, The Belly Boys.
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 […]
We try not to have favorites at Tabby’s Place. We fail. “We” is all-inclusive of our furred and non-furred delegations.
Proposal: We agree to Boobalah’s idea of holding a luau in the Tabby’s Place lobby.
“How do you remember their names?” “How do you tell them all apart?” They are reasonable questions. Still, I stammer every time. How do you explain how easy it is to know the cats?