The truffles are on final sale, and the flowers are looking a little ragged. The world has moved on to shamrock antennae and Easter baskets. But around here, we’re still talking about Valentine’s Day. After all, this is Tabby’s Place. This is where Fergie and Rihanna live.
Every cat at Tabby’s Place is an expert. We are packed to the gills with authorities, on topics ranging from parmigiana to campaign finance reform. But there are experts, there are authorities, and then there are scholars.
Do you aspire to be spicy? Me, too. Do we know what that word really means? Habanero did.
With apologies to her namesake, Tabby’s Place is the home of the only girl in the world. Now we just need to convince Rihanna that she’s safe under our umbrella.
O! You wondrous creatures, you radiant Tabby’s Place residents! You are equally at home in winter and spring, dropping long-tailed poetry like petals across the month that makes seasons kiss. You Marched through our days as children of the Tabby’s Place promise, blossoms beloved simply because you are ours. You made us yours. And to […]