All too often, the tales we are told, the perspectives we are shown, have their foundation in the dark, in the evils that really bad people do. We read stories, see photos, watch videos that all share a familiar narrative thread: Why are people so awful? There is no good left in the world anymore. […]
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 […]
Heartbroken, necessary intro: When I wrote this post, seemingly a hundred years ago, and queued it up for this lovely random Monday in August, I had no idea it would turn into a “Forever Loved.” How I wish it were otherwise. But our treasured Heather left this world on Friday, 8/13. Love and grief are […]
Explosive events in the 20th century gave us the pop-culture notion of the nuclear option. That is to say that sometimes our old ways, our old ideas, our old just about everything needs to be blown to bits to make way for something new and, hopefully, better.
Tabby’s Place and sparrows and leopards and the color pink and pumpernickel and Pumpernickel (pictured at left) EXIST. Also strawberries, and ice cream made thereof, and oboes, and sneakers that light up when you step down. And someone figured out one day how to tie-dye things, and the world has been better ever since, and […]
I’ve been thinking about Roadie. You haven’t been thinking about Roadie, but that’s about to change.
It was a few mice short. It was missing the half of a lizard we once found in Solarium B. But otherwise, it was astonishingly close.
I have many special memories of Tabby’s Place’s staff veterinarian, the eminent Dr. C. My favorite: performing a lunchtime duet of “Rock Me Amadeus” for a righteous purpose. Some of our younger staff members couldn’t quite believe us that such a song existed. Now they know better. They are also slightly and appropriately frightened. My […]
Do you ever wake up, look up, and feel quite certain that the morning itself is giving you a funny look? Do you ever think this might be the day when grace finally, terribly runs out for you? Do you ever fear that there are apex predators in your pond?