Editor’s note: Oh, kittens. You are in for a feast today, all tri-colored and triumphant. When phenomenal volunteers Cherise and Simon approached me offering to write a guest post on their Tabby’s Place alumna Libby, I jumped up and down like a little girl. I dare you to read their words and not do the […]
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
I don’t need to spend years with a cat to love her. I don’t even need months. I don’t need weeks. The length of a day becomes a luxury when time is limited. Hours can represent tiny lifetimes if you fill them with meaning. Such was my time with Bianca.
When it comes to cats, I have a slight tendency to act upon impulses. When it comes to my cat-related impulses, my instincts have not done wrong by me.
April, are you really the cruelest month? You took one Prince, but you gave us another in his bathrobe. You took too many friends, but you promised to return them in an April that will never end.
Tabby’s Place is a cat sanctuary. It is our mission to rescue cats from hopeless situations. We care for them. We nurture them. We are providing a service for them. But let’s not kid ourselves about who’s really helping who.
There are months that wound and months that heal. November 2015 did both.
Some moments in time crash over us and leave treasures in their wake, like a tide pool full of sand dollars. The early ’40s gave us Casablanca and Le Petit Prince. The cusp of the 60s gave us the man on the moon speech and Breakfast at Tiffany’s. And 1989 — oh 1989! — gave […]
People collect all sorts of things. Thimbles. Baseball cards. Statues of Frodo Baggins. Dust. Vintage hats. Vintage cats.
…your blogger has been a whole buncha busy. It’s hard work receiving amazing items like trips to Aruba and pearl necklaces. (No, really, it is – I don’t get to keep this stuff. But you have a shot at it – click here.) But, thanks to my epic guilt at not having time to write […]