Wearing fear
The pumpkins are fat. The skeletons are thin. The cats’ patience is wearing thinner. The cats are wearing clothes.
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The pumpkins are fat. The skeletons are thin. The cats’ patience is wearing thinner. The cats are wearing clothes.
Darling, dazzling Tabby’s Place family… We knew you were selfless… We knew you were generous… We knew your hearts are made of mercy… But…
Setting: Tabby’s Place Managers’ Meeting. Our Founder & Executive Director assessed the state of the realm: “Walker* sings to all the girls.” Jonathan’s observation was accurate but incomplete.
Oh, for goodness sake! Screaming into The Void is useless! The Void is unresponsive! No matter our levels of frustration, shouting about “it” (whatever “it” may be) will resolve nothing. When things change, no matter how they change, it is futile to get all melodramatic and weepy or wordy or…whatever. If it is the kind […]
It is a great scandal, but not everyone is equally obsessed with every cat. Fortunately, every cat is flourescently obsessed with catself. And that is sufficient.
The darkest days of the year, the ones that have creatures around the world scrambling, stretching, straining for light, come in with early winter, snuggled up against the faded edge of autumn. Fallen leaves lose their crispness. Dusks release their soft glows to greys, exhaling chills and shivers. The same days welcomingly invite all that […]
Congratulations, kittens: you have reached Level 12 of 2022. We all know the final boss in the video game has the biggest teeth. We are all acquainted with December’s smile and its sharpness. Fortunately, one far greater than Super Mario is here to rescue us, and I don’t mean Santa. I mean one (hundred) cats […]
Can I tell you a secret? I already told the cats, and they all agreed that I’m safe sharing it with you. Here goes. I’m Tabby’s Place’s Development Director (although I prefer Flipper of Fundraising Flapjacks)…and I’m not so sure about #GivingTuesday.
There is an unpretentious bush across from my balcony. It’s brown. Rectangular. Unremarkable. Until it makes its own remarks, which remake autumn. And now, for every November until the final embers, it shall be known as “Gulliver.”