Guest post: Yoga cats
Volunteering at our beloved sanctuary is a treat and privilege. Service to the kitties is its own reward, but it doesn’t stop there. Cats give back.
Guest post: Big love
Confession time, my friends. Yours truly has what might be classifiable as an obsession with big creatures.
Guest post: Follow the leader
Working a couple of Saturday morning dishes and laundry shifts recently, I had the opportunity to work side by side with some amazing volunteers, both new and experienced. The experienced ones shared tips for efficiency and the tacit assurance that we older cats can most definitely learn new tricks. Meanwhile, the new ones gave hope […]
Guest post: Bono Fide
From Billy Joel’s “Keeping the Faith” to George Michael’s “Faith,” one thing is certain: faith is a very hot topic (well, it was in the 80s, and…extrapolating).
Guest post: Stranger things
It’s a strange thing to put one’s thoughts into words. It’s stranger still to cast them out into the ether to see where they land. The most surprising thing is to see how they are received, by how many, and how far away.
Guest post: Unphased
At its best, being grown up is having a second childhood. You can have all the fun with a side of wisdom, and, hopefully, you can enjoy some seriously cool toys. But, it takes time to get there, for people and felines alike.
Guest post: Recognition and remembrances
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 […]
Guest post: Zesty: Roxy music
Some Tabby’s Place residents scream for attention. Notably, one feisty little Lemon zinger in Suite C and a gregariously great Grecca in the Lobby shout to be heard and have us tune in to what they want. They sing out and clamor for attention — all of the attention, all of the time. These two […]
Guest post: Kittens and catterflies
Sometimes, my brain goes on meandering side trips with, neither particular reason (sound or otherwise), nor rhyme (iambic pentameter or otherwise). Some vague thing will twinkle off at the edges of literal or figurative sight, and there I go…chasing butterflies, bumbleflies, flutterbys, dragonflies, and dragons, once again and all at once.
Guest post from Kelley: Tabby’s Diner
Anyone who is familiar with New Jersey may think of beaches and casinos and jughandles. You may have heard of the Jersey Devil or how nothing beats a ripe Jersey tomato (except maybe two Jersey tomatoes). You may think fondly of these things or wish they never existed; either way, they are there.