There’s a lie that’s been going around since the dawn of time. It goes something like this: “there is no reason for you.”
Cats are gleefully non-self-explanatory. So it’s only right that their names are often shrouded in mystery.
Someone call the great fashion houses of Paris and Milan. Functional fashion has had its day. Ours is the age of skin-deep declaration. We’re not talking tattoos; this is about wearing your essence in every pore.
We all have moments when we just aren’t sure who we are: Am I a kindergartner trapped in an adult’s body? Am I a ballerina trapped in a Development Director’s body? Should I be wandering the wide green hills of County Sligo right now? But sometimes, we know exactly who we are. It’s the dunderheads […]
You were not wrong to think that things could change. You were not wrong to want more than you’d let yourself want before.
November arrives full of “alls.” Yesterday was All Saints Day. (The cats celebrated themselves appropriately.) Today is All Souls Day. (The cats snickered “bless your soul” at us inappropriately.) And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, we’re lavished with the luscious “alls” of 125 Tabby’s Place residents in all their muchness.
I’m a firm believer that your ship has not sailed without you. If something is vanishing over the horizon, it was not your ship. If you don’t believe me, I’m afraid you don’t know Jack.
When you enter Suite C, you expect to be greeted by a thundering herd. You do not, however, expect to have your heart shot straight into the sky, only to land in a 14-year-old calico’s paws.
When your face matches your feelings, you’re quite a coherent creature. Polly‘s matching mug and musings will serve her well on her World Pollification Tour.
You may be a Kit Kat kid. You might be a Reese’s rascal. You could be a Good & Plenty guy or a Whatchamacalit woman. You may even be a Goobers goober. Whatever your confection of choice,* Tabby’s Place has your treats taken care of. You just have to join us this Saturday, October 13th.
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.