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.
Reality TV is overrated. Too many people, not enough cats. That’s where Tabby’s Place comes in.
“Raisin does not like Rosalind.” “One of the kittens pooped in the sink.” “I have found my vocation; my vocation is love.”
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.
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.
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.
It’s Christmas Day. It’s Christmas Day, and you’re here, drawn to the cats like a child to the snow. It’s Christmas Day, and our child-hearts are together, where they belong.
It’s not just you. It’s not just Olive. Everyone is going through a hard time. Good thing we know a sanctuary.
Bear with me a moment, please. I’m trying to wrap my mind around an idea. I asked for it. Literally. Only, what to do with it now that I have been thusly gifted, from my spouse’s own lips, with “Space Cats?”
Have you ever entered a quiet room, started talking, looked around, and felt like you wanted to crawl into a hole and hide? Have you ever had someone else walk into a room and miss all of the clues about what is going on? Have you ever walked into a room, sensed a situation, and […]