Horace is porous, which makes him prey for tears. But Horace is porous, which means there is hope for him yet.
There is something special about Suite D at Tabby’s Place. Maybe it’s because I’ve been cleaning the suite’s solarium weekly for almost 2 years, but I don’t think so.
Cats excel at entitlement. Cats excel at love. In other words: the sun has not set on Valentine’s Day at Tabby’s Place.
How would you know you were beautiful if nobody told you you’re beautiful? No Tabby’s Place cat will ever be forced to confront this question.
It may be Black Friday (in the US, at least), and there may be a lot of attention on bloated tummies and massive sales. Not at Tabby’s Place (except maybe the slightest loosening of waistbands). Fridays are days, just like every day, for focusing attention on cats. The FIV+ crew think they deserve extra special […]
Rawlings came back, but Rawlings came back. It’s enough to make you twirl your mustache like a cartoon villain, minus the villainy.
There are so many ways to be a good cat. I have yet to discover a single way to fail at this lofty goal. This is good news for all of us.
Congratulations, kittens: you have reached Level 12 of 2022. We all know the final boss in the video game has the biggest teeth. We are all acquainted with December’s smile and its sharpness. Fortunately, one far greater than Super Mario is here to rescue us, and I don’t mean Santa. I mean one (hundred) cats […]
Can I tell you a secret? I already told the cats, and they all agreed that I’m safe sharing it with you. Here goes. I’m Tabby’s Place’s Development Director (although I prefer Flipper of Fundraising Flapjacks)…and I’m not so sure about #GivingTuesday.
If you’ve survived long enough to read this sentence, then you, my dear, are a storyteller. And if you’ve survived elegantly, you know when to share your pen with the nearest cat.