Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
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We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled programming with Breaking News. YOU HIT THE LINDA FUND GOAL.
I’m of the belief that, if someone has a hat with 19,000 Twitter followers, we’d be wise to listen to that someone. Accordingly, thus saith Pharrell: “Happiness is the truth.” OK, the same Pharrell also said, “I’m a hot air balloon that could go to space.” But let’s stick with that happiness thing.
With all apologies to Jordin Sparks, this post has nothing to do with the new diva movie. It has everything, however, to do with a one-eyed diva cat.
It’s a jungle in here. If you thought Hunterdon County politics were wild, step into Suite B. Or C. Or FIV.
Everything old is new again. OK, maybe not Dick Clark. Or Dick Cheney. But everything else.
Longtime, big-hearted Tabby’s Place volunteer Larry has begun a habit of putting his thoughts and feelings about the cats into words. Special thanks go to Larry for letting us share his musings with the wider Tabby’s Place family.
When people ask me why I’m so in love with my job at Tabby’s Place, I tell them the truth: I get to love cats and love people all day. In the course of all that love, sometimes someone puts things into words in such a way that the Big Truths about what we do […]