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It’s all well and good for riverside clothes washers to use a scrubbing board to get the soap in, the dirt out, then the soap out of the wash. Afterward, though, the water-soaked items need to be wrung out enough to dry on a line or on a rack. (At Tabby’s Place, we know how […]
I want to go to the planetarium. I want to buy a new bath towel. I want everything to remain exactly the way that it is, and I want everything to change for the better. I don’t know what I want. If I were a certain cat, this would not worry my little mind.
These moments are our lives, you know. The moments that feel like dandelion puffs. The moments that feel like submarines. The moments we wish away or try to hurl out of the way. The moments when we’re Bart, and the moments when we’re Glenn.
You are on a journey through space and time. No, you aren’t in The Twilight Zone. You are somewhere far more interesting, vastly more magical, and eminently more real. You have entered Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary. You are here with me. It’s a Friday. Let’s go! We’ll start by swinging wide the big, blue […]
Funny thing about loneliness: like government, the cosmos, or a consumer of chicken nuggets, it tends to enlarge itself. Funnier thing about loneliness: it can end when we’re ready.
Tearful prologue: Shortly after this post was written, our jelly-belly boy Magellan made his final voyage. We miss him more than words can say, and take courage in knowing that friendship crosses even the furthest sea. Rest assured we are wrapping Ponce in comfort as he mourns beside us. Until we meet again, magical Magellan… […]
Sometimes you find yourself heading west on I-76 in Philadelphia, looking forward to a family gathering, which gets canceled when you’re almost there. Curveball.
Oh, kittens. Have we got grace and giddy glee for you today. If ever you struggle to believe that goodness wins, and this world is alive with mercy, and love hums at the center of all things…prepare to have your faith restored. The following comes courtesy of two of the awesomest adopters who hath ever […]
On this blog, we regularly discuss ways in which we aspire to be more like the cats. They are our swamis, our sherpas, our saints and our scholars. Except when they most decidedly are not.
If you always expect the worst, you will be pleasantly surprised. If you always expect the best, you will be pleasant, period. And if you always expect that tomorrow just might be your birthday, you will approach the pleasure known only to cats.