Let the woolly caterpillar shimmy like a sweater-sock. Give the stink bug his noxious due. Just don’t call the lady an insect.
She was bent out of shape. She had missed the Barbie movie, the ice cream man, and every atom of August’s awesome. Her pockets were hairy but otherwise empty. She would still fly first class.
Home can be so many things. It can be the place where you grew up, or the place where you live now. Home can be your favorite person, or even just the feeling you get when you hear a certain song. It can be all of those things at once, too. Some homes are transitional. […]
It’s no secret that the naming conventions for Tabby’s Place run fast into the weedy, wonderful fields of the unconcernedly unconventional. From required reading to refrigerators, no source of inspiration goes untapped. In fact, there exists an internal social media channel where staff and volunteers can submit suggestions as soon as a muse sets a […]
“A volunteer will refine the prototype for Antin‘s pants this week.” Find me another place on the planet where this sentence was just spoken, and I will give you my favorite velvet scrunchie.
“Not compatible with life.” I have been thinking about this phrase a great deal lately.
Editor’s note: If ever you chose the right day to land gently upon our blog, this is it. I am giddy and grateful to introduce you to Allison, although that is an impossible task. She is a Tabby’s Place Board member. She has a heart so golden, it can be seen from deep space. Our […]
It is not fair. There must be a way around this. If I can just find the right address to send my letter, the right department to ship my prototype, we can fix it.