Some days are next to impossible. But, all I need is a day at Tabby’s Place to set everything to rights again.
At Tabby’s Place in Ringoes, NJ, the volume on the heat was recently turned up to 11.
Far be it from us to promote irresponsible feline fatherhood. We educate our residents in avoiding unwise romantic escapades. Which is to say, we neuter them. But, we cannot control acts of canoodling that occurred prior to their coming to Tabby’s Place.
It is serious business when children read to cats. It is also, very importantly, silly business and one of the most wonderful things in the world.
It’s almost time, my little sweet potatoes. The paper cups are full of poultry. Anka has groomed himself to Great Aunt Gertrude’s standards. Gator promises not to chomp into anyone’s leg like a drumstick.* *Unless they bring up politics, discourage him from auditioning for The Golden Bachelor, or arrive without actual drumsticks. All that’s missing … […]
Today, we thank veterans. They have lived with courage so the world can live in peace. They have walked lonely roads of unseen sacrifice. They are shy about applause and accolades, uneasy with the word “hero.” And then … there are the cats.
This is not a test. This is not a drill. This is certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is Halloween, on a Friday.
Staff and volunteers at Tabby’s Place devote themselves to soft labor.