Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Scout’s Honor
At Tabby’s Place, building community is highly cherished. In this very special building, cats and people come together to create a community like no other.
Advanced enrichment
We all get over-excited from time to time. This is a normal reaction to an Oscar nomination, the arrival of a pizza, or seeing a kitten (in increasing order of excitement, obviously). Still … it takes advanced skills to be too excited for your own eyeballs.
Epilogues: April 2025
Hang around Tabby’s Place, and you’ll hear peculiar things. “I need to squeeze six bladders before lunch.” “Half a salamander was found in Solarium B.” “We have a hostage situation in the back hallway. Hazey has the entire Junior Honor Society cornered. Negotiations have failed.” But there are three words you will never hear at […]
Guest Post: The Correct Goodbye
I look at Rocky, as he sits on my feet while I am on the toilet, and I know he is going to leave me. That’s it. That’s the bottom line. Rocky, supported by donations, is one of the thousands of cats that have and still do receive support through The Linda Fund. It is a […]
Guest post: Living Explosively
He’s a fussy, picky eater. When the delicious gooshy bits come out morning and evening, 8AM and 8PM, he wants it, cued by his big, eager eyes watching as soon as he hears the lid of the can open. He’ll run up to his food bowl, ready to eat. But it’s just the gravy.
Guest post: Yelling with every decibel
What do you do with a cat that you know is destined to die? It’s part of life – for all of us, feline, human, everything in between, including my failed attempt at growing a pot of purple and white pansies indoors. But for some, the Final Moment is a bit more obvious than it […]
Epilogues: March 2022
From where I sit, legs dangling off the edge of the world, ready to be caught by 120 strong cats, I can tell you the following with a high measure of confidence: We have had ourselves a capital-M Month.
Epilogues: February 2022
The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?