It has begun
It has begun. But really, it began before any of us began to begin.
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Bagel-brained editor’s note: When you see “At the knee of a wise adoptee,” you know: your author is an imbecile. No, no, no, that’s not quite right. Your author is an enthusiast who writes blogs in advance, so you shall remain entertained if she is kidnapped by pirates or brigands or Jeff Goldblum. Your author […]
If you’re old enough to read this, you have been exposed to the elements. One moment, you’re riding out in the country, listening to Aretha Franklin and feeling like fire. Suddenly, for no reason and every reason, the Wall of Sad hits. It sucks the air out of your lungs. It scrapes the skin off […]
It is a piece of ancient, not-entirely-accurate Tabby’s Place lore that every one of our residents celebrates their birthday on January 1st. You can understand the reasoning. In most cases, we’ll never know a cat’s actual birth date, except in the case of Kozmo, whose birthday has been scientifically proven to be every day called […]
On a cold, bitter day when a chill rain alternates with biting sleet and frigid snow, and when ice seems to seep through one’s very veins, you know you’re in Central New Jersey in early winter. Mere thoughts of going outside are unwelcome. Actually, going outside is avoided. Warm, safe, and cozy are the aims […]
Editor’s note: You may know Jae as our Volunteer Coordinator and Sanctuary Associate. There’s a chance you know Jae as Awesome Adopter of Oscar, Moonlight, and Tater. But, because Jae is as humble as they are awesome, you probably do not know Jae as Fosterer of Limitless Love. They have fostered legions of our fragile […]
I have no idea what this sign (spotted in Princeton) technically means (and I’d rather meditate on its mysteries than Google it; some questions are better than answers). But I know this: life is a Muster Zone.
You may think of yourself as an old pair of shoes. You can still be surprised by an old pair of shoes.
If Rent was right that we “measure our lives in love,” Tanner lived at Tabby’s Place for a very, very long time. Maybe that’s why we miss him so much today.
Everyone who has ever lived has had a bad hair day. Everyone who lived through the 1980s had a bad hair decade. For the record, I was very proud of my fairly long mullet, which was most punky when paired with short spikes on top. (No, you may not see a picture. No one can […]