Gnarled marvels
Who knew? A “hoodoo” is a real thing. Marvin knew: hoodoo is a real thing.
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Breaking the fast
Are there things you must do before you can go through with being you? In order to start your day, do you require Apple Jacks in oat milk, or ten jumping jacks in front of the mirror, or a reminder that flowers return? Mae knows a thing or two about taking ornery mornings by the […]
Forever Loved: Photini
Your life was astounding, but you knew all the answers. Your name meant “enlightened one,” but you wore it lightly.
Giftable
‘Tis November, the month when cats understand us least. Why are we frittering away our lives reading clickbait like “47 Sentimental Snowmen For Hard-To-Shop-For Stepfathers” and “Sherpa Turtlenecks Your Boss Really Wants”? Why are we spending weeks preparing for poultry, when we could be eating it hourly? And what’s the deal with “giftable”?
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Boxcars
Six years after Hunterdon County became my home, Tabby’s Place opened its doors on the site of a formerly-abandoned cornfield situated just six miles from our house. Six years ago, I answered the call and signed on to volunteer at that sanctuary, helping to continue the realization of an amazing vision. Six weeks ago, we […]
Gloves off
There are appropriate contexts for gloves at Tabby’s Place: Conducting surgery. Cleaning (human) toilets. Performing Cabaret for Suite A. (Carrot appreciates jazz hands.) But handling jalapenos? Never.
Forever Loved: Habanero
Do you aspire to be spicy? Me, too. Do we know what that word really means? Habanero did.
Jerome for the home
Abandon all decorum, ye who enter here. This is Jerome‘s home, and we are but guests.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Read the Room
Have you ever entered a quiet room, started talking, looked around, and felt like you wanted to crawl into a hole and hide? Have you ever had someone else walk into a room and miss all of the clues about what is going on? Have you ever walked into a room, sensed a situation, and […]
Cut the mist
Hazey asked me to tell you that she hates kittens. Hazey asked me to tell you that she is, and I quote, “punk rock.” Hazey asked me to tell you that she is so punk rock, the earth opens up and releases dinosaurs when she walks by. Hazey asked me not to tell you that […]
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