He went to Jared
There’s tinsel overhead. There’s a Big Mouth Billy Bass with a Santa hat on the wall. Mariah Carey is excitedly reminding us that all she wants for Christmas is us. But there’s no disguising the fact that we’re in a waiting room.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Nixing Normal
As we grow up, our coursework and our cultures can encourage rigidity about many concepts of grammar and, more poignantly, about who people are “supposed to be” and how much we expect everyone and everything to be “normal.”
Full immersion loving
It’s the shortest month of one of the longest years since years began. The hour is late. This is no time for half-measures in love. This is no time for scarcity in hair city.
Forever loved: Adam
If there’s a chill in the air today, don’t blame December. We shiver because a great fire has gone out. A great fire…in the form of one smallish, impish brown tabby.
Epilogues: November 2022
Congratulations, kittens: you have reached Level 12 of 2022. We all know the final boss in the video game has the biggest teeth. We are all acquainted with December’s smile and its sharpness. Fortunately, one far greater than Super Mario is here to rescue us, and I don’t mean Santa. I mean one (hundred) cats […]
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: After Hours
As soon as the lights go out the shenanigans begin. Ever notice? Sometimes, it’s just the silliness that comes with an unexpected power outage on a beautiful, clear day – something that puts a cog in the daily wheel and brings everything to a sudden, screeching halt, which sometimes, can be very welcome
Giving bruisedly
Can I tell you a secret? I already told the cats, and they all agreed that I’m safe sharing it with you. Here goes. I’m Tabby’s Place’s Development Director (although I prefer Flipper of Fundraising Flapjacks)…and I’m not so sure about #GivingTuesday.
Yes
If cats had opposable thumbs, they would spray squeeze-cheese on every conceivable surface. They would also pick up twigs.
Forever loved: The Contessa, Consetta, Part II
Continued from yesterday… The countess, it turns out, was made of music, equal parts Edith Piaf and Joan Jett, opera and rock and roll and lyrical liquid honesty. (“O! I AM HUNGRY. O! I am here. O! I am AWAKE. O! you are gnarly. O! we should print meat. O! New Jersey is CRACKIN’. O! […]
Forever loved: The Contessa, Consetta, Part I
It’s not easy being a countess at a cat sanctuary. But when you’re as easy to love as Consetta, you find your way.
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