Tabby Info

You see them everywhere. Lounging on a porch step, flicking a tail through a gap in the fence, or materializing like a loaf of well-proofed dough on the exact center of your freshly made bed. They are the tabby cat—the common coat pattern of the common cat. We call them “domestic shorthairs,” which is a clinical way of saying the ones who simply endure us.

Look closely at the forehead. There, between those alert, green-gold eyes, lies the mark of the first cat. An “M.” Legend says the prophet Muhammad, needing to soothe a frantic serpent, placed his hand upon a cat’s brow, and the imprint of his fingers remained as a blessing. Older myths whisper it was the Virgin Mary, who gave the mark to a barn cat that kept the Christ child warm. But I prefer the Egyptian story: that the “M” is a shadow of the pyramids, a hieroglyph for Mau —the sun god’s feline form that slew the serpent of darkness each dawn. You see them everywhere

So when you see a tabby, do not look past it. See the architecture of wildness tamed just enough to tolerate your affection. See the letter “M” as a crown. See the stripes as a map of a forgotten, ferocious world. We call them “domestic shorthairs,” which is a