Tabby's Tiny Tabbies

10/17/2026

Luci the indoor feral came out to say hi today.

10/17/2026

10/17/2026

“That life that you want is on the other side of the s**t you don’t want to do.”
— Not the Worst House Cleaner

Apparently, the next chapter of Tabby’s Tiny Tabbies is on the other side of my garage. 😂

People often ask what they can do to help the rescue, and today I’ve got a slightly unusual answer.

Help me clean out my garage!

Here’s a little behind-the-scenes reality of running a cat rescue out of your home. The cats are adorable. The kittens are adorable. The sheer volume of STUFF required to keep everybody fed, healthy, clean, and comfortable?

Considerably less adorable. 😂

We have carriers, crates, bedding, litter boxes, cleaning supplies, medical supplies, food, and approximately eleven billion other things that we need to keep on hand.

And right now, a whole lot of it is living in bins, bags, and baskets stacked up around my house, some nearly as tall as I am.

One of my big personal projects has been getting my hoarding and clutter issues under control. That’s not an especially comfortable thing to admit publicly, but I think it’s important to be honest about the fact that rescue work doesn’t happen in a vacuum. The humans doing the rescuing have their own challenges, too.

Getting my garage cleaned out and turned into functional storage would make a HUGE difference for the rescue. It would free up space in the house, make supplies easier to manage, and help me create a healthier, more organized environment for everyone who lives here, furry and otherwise.

And today, Houston has finally blessed us with weather that doesn’t feel like the inside of a crockpot.

The problem? My usual helpers aren’t available, and this is one of those projects that’s just too overwhelming to tackle by myself.

So I’m asking for a different kind of rescue volunteer today.

If you’re in the Houston Bay Area and have an hour or two to spare, I’d love some help sorting through the garage, moving things around, and making some progress toward getting our storage situation under control.

No special skills required. Just a willingness to get a little dusty and help me wrestle some boxes into submission.

You don’t have to commit your whole day, and nobody is expected to perform miracles. 😂

Sometimes helping a rescue means fostering a kitten or donating a bag of food. Sometimes it means helping the person behind the rescue make enough room to keep doing the work.

If you’ve got some time today, send me a message!

And thank you for being the kind of community I can ask. ❤️🐾

10/09/2026

10/07/2026

There is a very specific kind of exhaustion that comes from realizing you are the reason seven teenagers are still living in your house. Not human teenagers, thankfully. Cat teenagers. And in this particular case, I really do have no one to blame but myself.

A few months ago, I listed our Dessert Kittens on Petfinder. Petfinder requires you to select a breed, and most rescue cats are what we call DSH, or Domestic Shorthair. It’s basically the cat equivalent of “mutt.” But I was tired, I was in a hurry, and apparently my brain decided that “American Shorthair” sounded close enough. So that’s what I selected for almost all of them.

What I did not realize at the time is that American Shorthair is an actual standardized breed, not another way of saying “generic American cat who happens to have short hair.” And then something happened that I have almost never seen in rescue: we got basically no inquiries.

At first, I couldn’t figure it out. We’ve had kittens take longer to find homes before, but this was weird. Eleven cats listed and almost complete radio silence. I started analyzing the profiles trying to figure out what had changed. Were the pictures bad? Were the bios not working? Had the kitten economy suddenly collapsed?

And then I saw it.

American Shorthair.

American Shorthair.

American Shorthair.

headdesk

I had accidentally sabotaged my own kittens during what should have been the easiest adoption window of their lives. By the time I caught it and fixed the listings, the tiny baby kittens had become lanky 5-to-8-month-old cat teenagers, and seven of them are still here waiting for their forever homes.

Which brings us to Bean.

Bean used to love kittens. She was patient with kittens. She welcomed kittens. She has spent years peacefully accepting the revolving door of small, ridiculous creatures who appear in her house, eat her food, climb on her furniture, and eventually disappear again.

Bean is now tired.

In particular, she has developed the expression you see in this photo, which she reserves almost exclusively for Boss. I recognize this expression because I have been married for a long time. It says, very clearly, “You brought these children into this house. Fix it.”

And, frankly, she has a point.

So Houston, please come get your kids.

We have seven wonderful kittens between 5 and 8 months old who are vetted, adorable, well past the tiny-chaos-potato stage, and old enough that their real personalities have emerged. They should have been settling into their forever homes months ago instead of continuing their apparently open-ended lease at mine.

This is not their fault. It is mine. I clicked the wrong thing in a dropdown menu, accidentally kneecapped their Petfinder listings, and now Bean is paying the price.

Please share this post even if you aren’t looking to adopt. Somewhere in the Houston area are seven people who do not yet realize their cat has been sitting in my house for months because I selected the wrong breed on Petfinder.

Bean would like those people located.

Apply to adopt: https://tabbystinytabbies.org/adoption-application

09/29/2026

The boss pt 17: annoying the boss?

09/28/2026

The Boss Pt 16: No work done this day

09/27/2026

Grief is wildly draining.

I went to Eco-fest in league city with my friend Kris and got to spend some time with a kookaburra and explore some art and local vendors.

But then I came home and crashed and slept the entire day.

I learned today that traditionally, the birds called “buzzards” were hawks, because there are no vultures in Western Europe. When Europeans came to the new world and saw new world vultures gliding high above, they called them buzzards, and it stuck. But vultures are not buzzards, really. We have many species of hawks that are buzzards here in North America, but only two vultures; the black and the turkey.

The bird I’m holding is a kingfisher, native to Australia, which is the largest of its family. We also have three species of kingfishers in North America; the belted, ringed and green.

So now you know something new.