Guest post: Never truly lost
You can always go home…if home is Tabby’s Place, and you happen to be a cat.
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You can always go home…if home is Tabby’s Place, and you happen to be a cat.
It’s my pleasure to introduce you to a new voice on the blog, terrific volunteer Tara. (As mama to Tabby’s Place alumnae Peggy and Dottie, nee Wawa and Kiosk, “terrific” comes with the territory.) It’s my even greater pleasure to introduce you to a face you’ll never forget, Sweet Pea. Take it away, dear ladies…
Yesterday we celebrated a life shorter but sweeter than anyone wished or expected. Today, we meet another cat eviscerating expectations, Arizona-style.
Whatever we expect from them, cats excel at scrambling our expectations. Perhaps this is one of their great gifts.
I walk down the hallway toward my bedroom and a baby-like bleating pipes up. I lean over the baby gate into my craft room and he meows again, more softly. “Hello, Domino!” I call, and he meows again with such little volume it’s no more than his mouth opening and a whisker wiggle.
We interrupt this Gratuitous Cat Photo season to mark the passing of a giant. A tiny, clementine-bright giant: Mango.
This is a love letter. Most who know me know that I love cats. Those who know me well know that I love old cats. This is a love letter to the old cats.
We’re in the stubborn, righteous business of good news around here. Fortunately, we have abundant help from cats and their writerly women and men.
Even when we expect an exit, we’re not entirely ready. Not emotionally. Not viscerally. And not literarily.
Tabby’s Place lives in Ringoes, NJ. Certain winters, Tabby’s Place has fantasized about moving to warmer climes. But, since Tabby’s Place is 7,000 square feet of building, 13 years of history, and 120 cats of stubbornness, Tabby’s Place shall continue to dream on from Jersey.