The names of your friends
“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?
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Unconditionally Murdock
“Is Murdock friendly? Can I move him to another crate for cleaning?” “Oh, yeah, as long as you aren’t trying to express his bowel, he’s fine.”
Cats are scary
When someone tells you they don’t like cats, you have two options. You can call the police. Or you can ask them, “why?” (While dialing the police.)
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Familiarity Breeds Contentment
Anyone connected to Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary comes to understand that every story eventually becomes a sob story. Many stories begin that way too.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Spa Day
Caring for cats in a sanctuary requires more than just feeding, no matter what the cats may say. Grooming the cats at the Place of all places, that is to say Tabby’s Place, is important for their hygiene and for nourishing connections.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Real Housecats of NJ
Reality TV is overrated. Too many people, not enough cats. That’s where Tabby’s Place comes in.
All in a day’s daze
“Raisin does not like Rosalind.” “One of the kittens pooped in the sink.” “I have found my vocation; my vocation is love.”
The most wonderful, terrible day
Someone should alert the local authorities. Tabby’s Place is the epicenter for an event of international significance. Foreign dignitaries, captains of industry, and captains of starships are due any hour. Today is our Prescottversary.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: A Love Letter
To my dear Tabby’s Place Family, You are loved and appreciated more than all of the very many following words can adequately express. This is a meager attempt to tell you why.
Made of stories
I would like to kiss the New Year, but I can’t reach that high. I would like to glimpse what’s next, but I can’t open my eyes that wide. So I will simply sit here, on the floor, with the cats, telling stories.