Merry Murdock
The traffic between the North Pole and New Jersey is heavy this time of year. It is Christmas Eve, and no red-nosed reindeer has made his way to Tabby’s Place’s roof. But a far more magical creature is here.
From beautiful to beautiful
Things can change terribly, wonderfully fast. Locked doors may swing open. Stone walls may turn into windows. You may even show your belly.
Forever Loved: Pandowdy and Fangs
On the first day of winter, we are thinking of two cats who did not make it out of autumn. You didn’t meet them. But as members of the Tabby’s Place family, you met them where they were. They were not here long, but they will be with us forever.
Worth the weight
“The holiday season” is a tangled string of lights, isn’t it? There are sugar cookies from salty relatives and flashes of forgiveness under the icicles. There are people trying to convince us that Hess Trucks have something to do with Christmas, or that shriveled cherries belong in cake. And then there is Lola, bearing the […]
Forever Loved: Selena and Allen
She scaled great heights to take us all in. He gave the best he had, and ended up with more. We will not meet the likes of Selena and Allen again.
Come as you are
Tabby’s Place has hosted cats called “Wigglytuff” and “Beans On Toast.” “Nirvana” is hardly the worst or weirdest of names. But Nirvana is trying to figure out if he has the wrong name.
The highest bough
They could have died. They would have died. They are currently pursuing their favorite hobby, Not Dying. You might say the holidays came early for the merry gentlemen.
O little town of Suite A
If nobody saw your celebration, did it really happen? If there were no witnesses to your wonderful time, was it real? If you live every day like a holiday, but you keep it under wraps, is it still a gift? Take it from the Undercover Enthusiasts: yes, yes, and yes.
Epilogues: November 2024
No one gets out of November unscathed: not you, not me, and not the star-crossed onions who gave their lives to surf your Aunt Lurlene’s green bean casserole. Elections cause feelings. Thanksgivings cause feelings. The last chrysanthemum falling to the ground? The poet trees turned naked as prose? Feelings. Feelings. Feelings. The only cure for […]
Forever Loved: Rashida
You never know, at “hello,” how deeply you will love someone. There are inklings, to be sure. But the last hour of friendship knows secrets it cannot tell the first. Today, I cannot tell you how much we will miss Rashida.