We are too stingy with the word “saint.” We attach it to St. Valentine, but not the purring peacemaker who warms our lap and kneads our aches. We pin it on St. Patrick, but not the kitten who jolts us from our doldrums to prove that joy still exists, and gravity is subject to negotiation. […]
Today is Labor Day. You might not think that would mean much to a species who sleeps 18 hours a day and assumes a salary of poultry and homage. But Labor Day means everything to cats.
As its own sovereign nation, the Republic of Tabby’s Place is at liberty to establish holidays. There is St. Squeezemeat’s Day, in honor of the genius who first packed liquid poultry into a Go-Gurt tube. There is Skritchmas, a solemn observance of chin rubs and forehead boops. Every third Thursday, the cats thank their Maker […]
You’re back! We’re glad. Because there are five more feline phenoms here to show you how to rock old age. Let’s hear it for the second half of our first-ever Ten Over Ten…
It is serious business when children read to cats. It is also, very importantly, silly business and one of the most wonderful things in the world.
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.
Today, we thank veterans. They have lived with courage so the world can live in peace. They have walked lonely roads of unseen sacrifice. They are shy about applause and accolades, uneasy with the word “hero.” And then … there are the cats.
This is not a test. This is not a drill. This is certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is Halloween, on a Friday.
The FeLV+ cats in Quinn’s Corner have a secret, and they want to spill the beans. Brace yourself. Ready? Felvies can live long, healthy, happy lives.
At Tabby’s Place, we maintain the highest standards of journalistic integrity. Thus, we must issue a retraction of some recent reporting. Comparisons of Mr. Rogers to Mr. Rogers may have been premature.