If a cat was here “within living memory,” that means there are people at today’s picnic table who knew them in person. We remember every detail. Our faces glow like bonfires as we tell you: His whiskers were as curly as a fancy French mustache. Her belly was softer than feathers. He knew the word […]
A great sadness has fallen over Tabby’s Place. The cat who lived and loved beyond limits has crossed beyond our sight.
If you read Felis Catus on the regular, you know: we do our Epilogues on the first Friday of the month. That’s Friday as in tomorrow, as in, not today. However, there’s news of Jurassic proportions barreling our way tomorrow. We don’t want to unveil this epic information before it’s officially hatched, though, hence the […]
OK, winter, we get it: you’re stronger than us. You dang near broke Boston. March came in like a lion and out like a friggin’ manticore. Yes, you’re stronger than us. You’re stronger…but we’re cuter. And scrappier. And we have much, much better musical taste.
It’s over, homies. The worst of winter. The chalky cavalcade of Conversation Hearts. The days without daffodils. And your wait for the cats’ monthly wrap-up.
If you wisely observed Mumford Monday this week, you already know we can soon look forward to a song about Broad-Shouldered Beasts.* But did you know there are Tabby’s Place cats singing their own Tabby’s Place songs beyond the gates of Tabby’s Place?