Fenek was one small cat in one rural New Jersey room. He was the size of the entire world, and his universe was ever expanding.
Six years after Hunterdon County became my home, Tabby’s Place opened its doors on the site of a formerly-abandoned cornfield situated just six miles from our house. Six years ago, I answered the call and signed on to volunteer at that sanctuary, helping to continue the realization of an amazing vision. Six weeks ago, we […]
It would take all the lexicons of all the known, unknown, and dead languages that ever were, are, or will be to describe the wonder that is Lynette, gourmand and kitty extraordinaire. Lynette is extra: extra sweet, extra chatty, extra silly, and very extra interested in food – all…of…the…food.
You’ve heard their names before. They are sung from the rooftops. They are shouted at all the stadiums, including the Colosseum. Their names ring like bells chiming from all the cathedrals in all the world all at once. One of the Lords of the Lounge is the ultimate love bug of Tabby’s Place, and his […]
I’m going to let you in on a secret. We’re all a bunch of miracles around here. We are simultaneously a bunch of buffoons. Ergo: it is high time to blow up the biggest, brightest balloons.
Once upon a time, in the not-so-very long ago, a reasonably young couple moved to a convenient, in-between-where-they-needed-to-be-separately-during-the-day place. This first shared residence was a very small, very rented, very temporary townhouse that was made complete by the addition of a tortie 15-week-old and a tuxedo 2-year-old of the feline species.
Do you want to be unique? Do you want to feel special? Do you want to be recognized as being different from everybody else? Do you want to be a unicorn?
It’s entirely possible that we have galumphing hordes of grandparents on our hands. We’re rich, kittens. Who among us, whether seven or seventy-seven, couldn’t use a good Grandpa or twelve?
C.S. Lewis once compared cats to Pharisees, which is essentially saying what we know to be true. So, when Lewis said, “You Can Never Get A Cup of Tea Large Enough or A Book Long Enough to Suit Me,” it’s clear he was talking about feline paralysis.
Why do we size each other up so we can nibble each other down to size? Must we dress each other down rather than dress each other up in our love?