Conquering crisis
It is a fine thing to be new. It is a far better thing to be known.
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The lion in summer
He came into this kingdom in April, not August. He pronounced himself a mouse, not a manticore. But a brown tabby can only hide his majesty for so long.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: A Place Oddity
There are sentences one would never expect to hear. Weirdly combined nouns all mashed up with verbs that don’t seem to work together? Such things are commonplace at Tabby’s Place.
Wearing fear
The pumpkins are fat. The skeletons are thin. The cats’ patience is wearing thinner. The cats are wearing clothes.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Profoundly Well-Rounded
It’s no secret that the naming conventions for Tabby’s Place run fast into the weedy, wonderful fields of the unconcernedly unconventional. From required reading to refrigerators, no source of inspiration goes untapped. In fact, there exists an internal social media channel where staff and volunteers can submit suggestions as soon as a muse sets a […]
Epilogues: August 2023
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
Survey says: That was fat
When you are among friends, you can sing every song you know. When you are among friends, you can swell to the full size of truth. When you are among friends, you are not worried what the X-ray will reveal.
Jam with Mr. Ham
Speaking strictly for the bipeds, we have a problem. We’re proud of it, which only gives it bigger muscles. We are afraid of ceasing to spin and ceasing to exist. We are afraid of ceasing. We are afraid.