Epilogues: February 2020
This, my dears, was no ordinary February. This was the big one.
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It doesn’t end here
Sometimes I forget that we see only a few chapters. We love the Tabby’s Place cats completely. But it’s humbling — and liberating — to remember that we don’t exhaust their complete story of love.
The quick and the dead
I intended this to be a happy-clappy post about adopted Tabby’s Place veterans. I anticipated making cracks about Doritos-flavored Mountain Dew and Oreo Churros. But once again, we’re betwixt and between the quick and the dead. Grizzled, glorious Sylvia has left this earth.
Epilogues: October 2013
October 2013 gave us many gifts. Leaves the color of honey. Sweater weather. The monumental cultural achievement of Bad Grandpa.
Our daily bed
There comes a time, in the life of every cat tree, when the time has come. The time…when time is up.
Gratuitous cat photos of the day: Festival of lights edition
Clearly Sabrina saw something. Judging from her elated-bordering-on-overwhelmed-with-euphoria face, we can assume it was something sparkly.
Well Pollenated neighborhood
Tabby’s Place has a lot in common with New York City. I don’t mean the fashion, the graffiti or even the undying affection of Woody Allen. I mean the neighborhoods.
Hello kissy
After you’ve loved >1 cats, you learn to stop using expressions like The Nicest Cat In The World. You might think the first cat you love is undoubtedly the nicest. And you are undoubtedly right. But then your heart meets its second cat.