Metazoan mysteries
It was a stinktacular Saturday at Tabby’s Place. The septic pump failed. All laundry and toilet-time activities were shut down. And to top it off, we were in very real danger of creating fake news.
Epilogues: September 2017
Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
From Turkey to Jersey: Absolutely Anka
It is 5,059 miles from Istanbul, Turkey to Ringoes, New Jersey. For astonishing Anka, it wasn’t an inch too far.
Alumble tumble
To be loved for who we are — this is what we long for, live for, were put on this earth to taste. Sometimes, though, we have to stomach counterfeit love before the real thing locks into place.
Tara Talk guest post: Neighbor nuttery
“Playing well with others” isn’t everyone’s core competency. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. But, in the case of one Simba Rosenberg, there’s one way to strengthen those social muscles: surround yourself with a slew of new neighbors. Tara tells the tale today. – A.H.
Guest post: Boot laces intertwined insep’rably
Editrix’s note: nothing I could possibly write could add to the beauty of this update. Special thanks to Tabby’s Place volunteer/adopter/extraordinary human bean Karin, Boots‘ longtime Special Needs correspondent, for penning this triumphant farewell. — A.H.
Jingles all the way
I never quite understood the phenomenon of Christmas in July. If you’re really into Christmas, why not keep it rolling all year long?
Wouldn’t it be Lovey?
It’s Hungry Ghost Month in the Chinese lunar calendar. It’s Hungry Ghost Millennium in the Tabby’s Place Lounge.
Old pharts
In the immortal words of They Might Be Giants, you’re older than you’ve ever been, and now you’re even older. And now you’re even older. And now you’re even older.
Impatience
Loving other creatures is not for the faint of heart. As we relearned too well this week, love can leach our tears and our wails and our patience.