Archive: ‘Tabby’s Place’ Category
August 18th, 2017 [No Comments]

Home to the head of the class, part II

by Angela

Some scholars graduate.

Some contemplate.

And some…marinate. Continue reading » » »

August 16th, 2017 [2 Comments]

Home to the head of the class, part I

by Angela

The freshman class is matriculating.

Orientees are orientating.

And graduates of Tabby’s Place are celebrating. Continue reading » » »

August 10th, 2017 [1 Comment]

Geriatric throw-down

by Angela

That title isn’t exactly accurate.

Geriatric throw-downs, plural, endless in plurality, would be more like it. Continue reading » » »

August 8th, 2017 [1 Comment]

Sometimes we just don’t know

by Angela

It would be easier, neater, if we could map all the outcomes before we did any of the intakes.

To play nothing by ear. To get caught off-guard exactly 0% of the time. To hedge every bet, tighten every loose end, prevent — at least anticipate — every heartache. Continue reading » » »

August 4th, 2017 [1 Comment]

Epilogues: July 2017

by Angela

Farmers have their markets.

Carnies have their carousels.

And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions. Continue reading » » »

August 3rd, 2017 [1 Comment]

Forever Loved: Henrietta

by Angela

Every cat is unique.

Every cat is unrepeatable.

But some cats fly their unique flag higher than heaven itself. Continue reading » » »