The Blissard of 2026
Real love never sleeps. It just sleeps over. And sometimes, it brings pizza.
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Epilogues: January 2026
You don’t need me to remind you how hard it is to be a person. Especially in winter. Especially this winter. Being a person is excruciating. Being a person is exquisite. But being a Tabby’s Place person means never having to face anything alone. And being a Tabby’s Place cat means taking care of the people who […]
Epilogues: September 2025
Things That Do Not Exist, an incomplete list: Coincidences; hopeless cats; legitimate uses of fat-free mayonnaise. If you are unsure about that first item, just ask a few cats. Preferably the “hopeless” ones.
Guest post: Sage ‘n Sable ‘n Susan ‘n Charlie
We’re in the stubborn, righteous business of good news around here. Fortunately, we have abundant help from cats and their writerly women and men.
Epilogues: August 2014
People say that Labor Day marks the end of summer. People say that white shoes are not okay after said day. People say a lot of things. But if you’ve had the kind of August our cats have had, you’re still sloshing white espadrilles through the endless summer stew.
Hold the thyme
If you’re T.S. Eliot, the naming of cats is a difficult matter. If you’re the Tabby’s Place staff, the naming of cats is an occasion for absurdity and awesomeness.
Epilogues: July 2014
It’s been a July to remember. We learned that Kanye West is a blowfish, not a shark. We saw a movie in which a raccoon did the talking for a man who’s a tree. And we rode a rocket of changes with a raft of cats.