Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Love Persisting
Every year, usually soon after Memorial Day, Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers congregate in a garden to remember and honor beloved cats (and sometimes people) lost to us during the previous 12 months.
Every year, usually soon after Memorial Day, Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers congregate in a garden to remember and honor beloved cats (and sometimes people) lost to us during the previous 12 months.
It’s better that we don’t know in advance, don’t you think? If you told us, in May 2024, which cat beds would be empty in May 2025, we wouldn’t have had the strength to bear it.
O! Oram! Mighty orb of mischief, there can only be one. But thanks to you, none of us will ever again feel like “the only one.”
Some days were Smarties, and some were nefarious Necco wafers. Some cats let us dress them up in our love, and others let us dress them up like iridescent snails. But for all its ups and downs, at Tabby’s Place, October is always a treat.
“Don’t call me a saint. I don’t want to be dismissed that easily.” – Dorothy Day “Call me anything you like. I’ll take care of not getting dismissed.” – Tucker
Sweetie is not the most medically challenged cat to grace Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary. Yet, his situation breaks my heart.
When laughter gives me courage, I will think of Tucker. When I remember the silliest hearts are the strongest, I will think of Tucker. But today, I’m not ready to think of a world without Tucker.
Imagine: It’s a beautiful, sunshiny day. There’s the slightest breeze drifting through the solarium. Sharing the bench is a gigantic black cat with a white-tipped tail. He is purring softly.
In American pop culture, four-leafed clovers have inspired superstitions, song performances, and breakfast cereal shapes. At Tabby’s Place, it’s a very young cat named Clover who does the inspiring, simply by being herself.
It’s not just you. It’s not just Olive. Everyone is going through a hard time. Good thing we know a sanctuary.