We all have those things that we carry with us daily. Some of them are physical, like cell phones, house keys, and lip balm (there is no such thing as too much lip balm). Other things we carry are far lighter, because they aren’t things at all. They are ideas. Although they are lighter, ideas […]
A long time ago, I was supposed to write a short story about a person whom we’ll call Bean and a very small, magic closet. The closet’s magic was in the manner of Mary Poppins’ carpet bag – seemingly bottomless and home to more items than can be imagined, far more than its size would […]
We of the humanoid persuasion have a big thing going on with barriers. From thresholds across which brides were awkwardly (and riskily) schlepped, to glass ceilings, and garden walls, we love boundaries. At least, we love physical boundaries.
‘Tis the season when we’re all wound a tad too tight. But if the festive ribbon is already choking out your cheer, don’t suffer alone.
If you’re an artist (and if you’re breathing, this is you), you have influences. If you’re an artist of any caliber, those influences include cats.
A pigeonhole is a nice place to visit, but it’s dangerous business trying to live there. Just ask the cat who is a smidge larger than your average pigeon.
Hymns and psalms and chorales and chants are all different kinds of songs. All are music to the ears, and at Tabby’s Place, those are just the beginning.
Even the very best of days can be tinged with sorrow. Too often, the exact someone with whom one wants most to share the brilliance, the joy, and the moment is just not there. Sometimes their not being there is irrevocable and irreversible.
At Tabby’s Place, we try to maintain a modicum of decorum. Translation: we do not literally swing from chandeliers. Metaphorically, all bets are off. Translation: WHEEEEEE!
I want you to yawn into this new day with tingling expectation. I want you to be confident that today is both the first and the best day of your life. I want you to be a Community Cat.