So here we stand, at the end and the beginning. Cats know that there are only ever beginnings. Cats know many things beyond our reach. But they are gentle, and permit us to believe in figments — endings, the concept of “age appropriate,” the existence of credible vegan cheese — as long as necessary. Perhaps […]
If Tabby’s Place could wrest control of the universe, our first decree would be the dismantling of feline leukemia virus (FeLV). FeLV is no friend of ours. It is feared for a reason. Yet without FeLV, we would never have met some of our best friends. Quinn’s Corner is our compromise with the condition we […]
There are no guarantees in this world. For example, there is no guarantee that one of our cherished (ALL OF YOU!) readers won’t win a Nobel Prize in 3 years from now for something accomplished 12 years ago. There is no guarantee that Antin’s fancy new duds, intended to protect his knees, will stay in […]
Five words. Ten syllables. That comprises the entirety of the mission at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary: Saving cats from hopeless situations. The mission could be more detailed. It doesn’t need to be. The mission could express so much more. It doesn’t have to. The mission could be neither more poignant nor profound: Saving cats […]
As August ambushes July with a Super Soaker, we’re feeling ruffled in Ringoes. Cats are reasonable. They do not expect life to be a constant stream of meat products. They accept that sometimes the best they can do is a burger made of twenty slices of cheese. But no one at Tabby’s Place can accept […]