11/05/2025
He was leading a nation through its darkest war. And still, he made time for cats.
Abraham Lincoln, the 16th president, was the first to bring cats into the White House. Their names were Tabby and Dixie, gifts from his Secretary of State William Seward when Lincoln decided to leave his dog Fido back home in Illinois.
The two kittens won his heart immediately.
Lincoln was known to sit with them for hours, petting, talking, whispering. Treasury official Maunsell B. Field wrote that he'd seen the president "fo**le one for an hour." A friend said Lincoln could talk to cats for half an hour at a time.
At a formal White House dinner, Lincoln fed Tabby from the table using an expensive gold fork. When his wife Mary gently scolded him in front of guests, he shot back: "If the gold fork was good enough for Buchanan, it's good enough for Tabby."
That was a burn. Buchanan was the previous president. And from the opposing party.
When a journalist once asked Mary Todd Lincoln what her husband's hobbies were, she had a one-word answer: "Cats."
He didn't just love Tabby and Dixie. He brought home strays when he found them. He couldn't help himself.
In March 1865, just weeks before his assassination, Lincoln visited General Ulysses S. Grant's headquarters in Virginia during the siege of Petersburg. Amid the chaos of war planning, he heard crying.
Three motherless kittens.
Admiral David Porter watched as Lincoln scooped them into his lap, wiped their eyes with his handkerchief, and stroked their coats while they purred. He whispered to them, "Kitties, thank God you are cats, and can't understand this terrible strife that is going on."
Before leaving, Lincoln turned to a colonel and said, "I hope you will see that these poor little motherless waifs are given plenty of milk and treated kindly."
A president. On the eve of a military crisis. Holding kittens and making sure someone would care for them.
There's a quote often attributed to Lincoln: "I care not for a man's religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it."
Kindness doesn't need a stage. It shows up in quiet moments, with creatures who can't vote or fight or change history. It shows up because it must.
If you've ever stopped what you were doing to comfort something small and helpless, you understand what Lincoln knew. Some things matter more than the noise around you.
Even in war. Especially in war. 😹