It started sometime after the pandemic became pedestrian. Circa July 2020, a new, gnawing, unshuttupable hunger took hold. I needed sunflowers.
Lizzy and I know we’re supposed to grow. Lizzy and I earnestly wish for you to grow. But Lizzy and I would like to issue a public service announcement: growing isn’t the only thing going, and sometimes “no” is the way to flow.
It’s a strange thing to put one’s thoughts into words. It’s stranger still to cast them out into the ether to see where they land. The most surprising thing is to see how they are received, by how many, and how far away.
Never underestimate the power of cured meat to complicate your day. I think Winston Churchill said that, but it might have been J-Lo.
For the second time in a generation, we were hosts to loads of locusts. Have you noticed that folks were far less revolted this time around? In place of panic, fascination. In lieu of flailing, revelation. I think this bodes well for us as a species…and, of course, for our favorite species. No, not cicadas, […]
At its best, being grown up is having a second childhood. You can have all the fun with a side of wisdom, and, hopefully, you can enjoy some seriously cool toys. But, it takes time to get there, for people and felines alike.
We like to think lofty thoughts at Tabby’s Place. We like to think of ourselves as lofty beings, just a half-step below the angels. All our loftiness gets all of our cats laughing. Uproariously.
No one can run your race for you. But, by golly, do you have some glorious guides.
The Tabby’s Place Volunteer Picnic is an annual celebration of volunteers who volunteer at Tabby’s Place (like how I made that sound both redundant and not at the same time? Neat trick, huh?). It’s a wonderful event for us all to get together to be feted and feasted by those whom we help (staff) in […]