It started sometime after the pandemic became pedestrian. Circa July 2020, a new, gnawing, unshuttupable hunger took hold. I needed sunflowers.
Lizzy and I know we’re supposed to grow. Lizzy and I earnestly wish for you to grow. But Lizzy and I would like to issue a public service announcement: growing isn’t the only thing going, and sometimes “no” is the way to flow.
Never underestimate the power of cured meat to complicate your day. I think Winston Churchill said that, but it might have been J-Lo.
For the second time in a generation, we were hosts to loads of locusts. Have you noticed that folks were far less revolted this time around? In place of panic, fascination. In lieu of flailing, revelation. I think this bodes well for us as a species…and, of course, for our favorite species. No, not cicadas, […]
We like to think lofty thoughts at Tabby’s Place. We like to think of ourselves as lofty beings, just a half-step below the angels. All our loftiness gets all of our cats laughing. Uproariously.
No one can run your race for you. But, by golly, do you have some glorious guides.
Here we are, betwixt and between the Sturgeon Moon and sweater weather. August was robust and ridiculous in equal measure. But it deposited us here on September’s shores, and here, with you, is exactly where the cats and I want to be.
Don’t you dare shut up. Don’t shut up about how inglorious the new Space Jam is, nor how glorious the first was and is and forever shall be, amen. Don’t shut up about injustice. Don’t shut up about your favorite sandwich shop. Don’t shut up about the furious raging love beneath your bones. Don’t shut […]
By the time you read this, the Olympics will have picked its victors and pickled the rest. Skateboards will have soared. Swimmers will have splashed. Basketballs will have bounced into history. But 6,700 miles from Tokyo, the sportiest of all B-girls are still making headlines.
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.