This has not been a normal holiday season. Fortunately, Tabby’s Place contains precisely zero normal cats, normal humans, or normal salamanders. (I can neither confirm nor deny the underground salamander kingdom of Tabby’s Place, nor their effective rule over the rest of us.)
It has occurred to me that we spend a good deal of our time waiting. Waiting for a shoe to drop. Waiting for someone to put their shoes on so we can get out the door in time. Waiting for that email or that fat envelope or that text that will, for one luminous moment […]
We’ve come to the end. We’ve come to the beginning. We’ve come to the moment that sends us backward and forward like spiritual seesaws.
Heartbroken preface: One of the gifts and hazards of writing this blog a bit in advance is that I can’t know what tomorrow knows. On the “yesterday” when these words hit the blank screen, Fiesta’s party prevailed at full volume. On the “today” when tears hit my keyboard, our tiny merry-maker has already gone on […]
There are many things to which we should abandon ourselves: fearless affection; the song “When Love Comes To Town” (and everything B.B. King has ever touched); the breathless wave of wonder when a hawk flies directly overhead; the primeval urge to shpritz Reddi-Wip directly into one’s mouth. But we must never make the fatal error […]
Abandon all fear of abandonment, ye who enter Tabby’s Place. You might want to double up on the absurdity and audacity, but taking “all fear of abandonment” out of your knapsack should make extra room for those, as well as liverwurst, which you will also need.
I once believed in straight roads and straight lines and straightforward stories. Then I realized I want friends and love and life in my life.
It’s not an election year (saints and angels be praised), but we’re always at an inflection point. Will we draw angry chalk lines on our driveways like petulant children, or will we remember that there’s no such thing as “them”?
You aren’t seeing things. There are, as Paul Simon sang, angels in the architecture, especially right now. Gigantic garish gold Styrofoam angels at Macy’s. Skies of heavenly hosts, over mangers and strangers, under trees and eaves. Angels festooning the firmament of your own soul. Every December, without fail, they sing a little louder than usual.
Right now, we have a special
opportunity for donations to be matched, up to $22,000.
Tabby’s Place rescues sweet seniors who have nowhere else to turn. Their hearts are full of love, and these gentle souls deserve tenderness, respect, and excellent care.
Please give from your golden heart, so senior cats can have happy golden years. Your
donation will go where it is most needed.
Harriet, age 16, was once forgotten and alone. A car accident left her with life-threatening
injuries. But the best days of Harriet’s life were ahead: she became a Tabby’s Place cat.
Surgery saved her life, and love mended her broken heart. Today, this shaggy sweetheart
reigns in our Executive Director’s office, receiving world-class care for her kidney
disease and arthritis.
Steven, age 15, has lived at Tabby’s Place all his life. He may have numerous Special
Needs, but Steven is as happy as springtime itself. Our little “elder statescat” is thriving
through his golden years, enfolded in love and adored by all.
Absolutely! You may mail your tax-deductible donation to
Tabby’s Place
1100 US Highway 202
Ringoes, NJ 08551.
Please feel free to contact Development Director Angela Townsend at
We are honored to serve the kittens with you.