Cats, being thoroughly magical on their own merits, have no need of accessories like fairy dust or pixies or wands or wings. But if they had time for such things, Tinkerbell would be singing and swinging and making merry to the tuneful stylings of Jiminy Cricket right about now. When you wish upon a star, […]
Ever have a morning when the clock radio wakes you up to MacArthur Park,* the toast is burnt, and you haven’t done laundry in so long you have to wear the emergency backup underwear? Cats don’t. Patrick most assuredly doesn’t.
Elijah in the Bible had some grade-A adventures. His prayers turned God’s ear and made it rain. (Biblical scholars dispute whether he was the first man ever to use the phrase, “I’m gonna make it raaaaaaaaain!”) He was known as a hairy man who wore a leather belt about his loins. (Consider him the predecessor […]
You may have heard it said, “believe half the things you see, and none of the things you hear.” But I say unto you: go ahead and believe all the things you hear in Suite A.
“Everything in moderation…including moderation.” “Sometimes too much of a good thing is wonderful.” These are philosophies worth espousing.
The wait is over; the rutabaga has been rutabaga’d. And, yes, my little root vegetables: yesterday’s mystery miracle was D’Artagnan. As it was told to his sponsors, so I now present to you his joyful swan song in two parts.
They say that those who refuse to learn from history are destined to repeat it in summer school. Tabby’s Place icon Tashi says that those who refuse to learn from history are destined to continue using the term “unadoptable.” Those who do learn from history, however, are about to have a feast of delight.
There’s a lot of leaping involved in what we do at Tabby’s Place. I don’t mean over dribbles of diarrhea. I don’t mean around sleeping cats. At least, I don’t mean exclusively those things. I mean leaps of the faithful kind.
Tabby’s Place has more quirky neighborhoods than a Brooklyn square mile. If the Community Room is the Hotel California and Adoption Room #3 is the hippest senior center in history, the Special Needs Suite is…um, well, not exactly the neighborhood in which you want to raise your kittens. Think Rent. Think Chicago. Think 42nd Street […]
That Petit Prince was on to something. In addition to being into foxes long before they were trendy, he knew: “what is most essential is invisible to the eye.” Consider Peggy Sue our Little Princess.