Dear Friends of Tux,

Late spring ushers in many things that we’ve come to expect in and around Ringoes, NJ—things like warmer temperatures, evening thunderstorms, higher humidity, graduation ceremonies, the smell of pool chemicals, freshly cut grass, and honeysuckle.

Late spring is also the time when tuxedos might become something to think about. For my human family, two proms, a high school orchestra/choir concert, and a graduation all called for formal (or semiformal) attire. Celebrations don’t have to include a special dress code, but, often, they do, and our Tux is always prepared in high style.

Several weeks ago, the Tabby’s Place staff gathered for an all-staff meeting and celebratory “award” ceremony. We discussed the changes that are coming our way alongside the opening of our expansion, Quinn’s Corner. This was our second annual “award” ceremony. Originally conceived (by two staff members) as a goofy reunion activity after months of pandemic separation, the now codified tradition acknowledges each staff member’s “special” skills or notable workplace antics.

This year, the gathering was “black-tie optional.” The presenters dressed for the occasion, and our senior veterinary technician designed a stunning blue and yellow ball gown from three disposable surgical gowns. The celebration was held in the Community Room of Tabby’s Place which meant that Tux (and all his roommates) were able to join the party and sniff champagne (well not exactly). Tux definitely won the award for best-dressed feline, but Frankie came in a close second with his “white-tie” get-up.

While Tux was undoubtedly sporting the best tuxedo at the awards, his fame came not from his fashion but from his need to use “the facilities” at the very end of the award ceremony. As a good friend of Tux, you understand that this is an activity that is closely watched and monitored in the interest of Tux’s medical well-being. I’m quite certain that the eight or so staff members that circled around the litter-filled “throne” became the largest audience for which Tux had ever been asked to “perform.” As we looked around at one another and chuckled at the absurd situation, we quickly made the mutual decision to disband and let a single onlooker report back when the deed was done. The reward? A #2 stool (which is the best in the feline stool rating system)!

Tux has been in good health this month. He was beautifully groomed after his nails were trimmed and I will confirm that his fur was extra soft and silky to the touch. A fine tuxedo indeed!

Tux does continue to experience the occasional, and quite unfortunate, altercation with Frankie. Perhaps Frankie is jealous of Tux’s sense of style and silky fur tuxedo? Whatever the case may be, the fur did fly and Frankie found himself in timeout while Tux was given a thorough check-over and pampering session by the staff.

Tux thanks you for your love and friendship and promises that he will always dress in his very best if you should happen to come and pay a visit.

Your Correspondent,
Lisa