Be advised: Winky is not planning to spruce up for the holidays. He is not available to dress as Santa Claus for your party. He is not going to refrain from politics or share his pie. He will say exactly what he thinks about “kids these days,” your new boyfriend, and Meemaw’s casserole with the […]
This is not a test. This is not a drill. This is certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is Halloween, on a Friday.
“You want to throw me Taylor? He’s right behind you.” This might not be the strangest statement to be overheard at Tabby’s Place.
Ahoy, me hearties! Avast ye! It might seem a wee bit strange, but Tabby’s Place is being run like a pirate ship these days. The cats (and several hundred people) are keeping things under smooth sail, no matter how the winds blow or when there are seas of change.
It’s summer. Kittens smaller than mozzarella sticks are melting our hearts. Cats of all sizes are processing the trauma of seeing humans in shorts. And the humid, hairy, heartbreaking world is stripping us all down to honesty.
Being earth’s most responsible species, cats are price-conscious about signs and wonders. April 2024 gave them the ultimate bang for their buck. In a mere thirty days, Tabby’s Place received a value pack of omens and portents.
“With a name like that, shouldn’t that guy be missing an eye?” “Is ramen really a legitimate pillow?” Human beings ask a lot of silly questions.
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 […]