Her blood glucose was seven hundred. His rap sheet was longer than a CVS receipt. At what point do you cry “uncle”?
Oh, March, you month of missed opportunities. You talk about lions, lambs, and leprechauns, but you overlook the one creature on earth who is simultaneously all three. You make much of March Madness, but dribble right past its experts. Kittens, March! Cherish the Kittens!
May I get rambunctiously real with you, kittens? I do not mean the way Hips gets with Prescott, although there is value in hippopotamussing your friends. (If you know Hips, you know that “hippopotamus” is a verb.) I do not mean the way Valerie gets with her stuffed shrimp and lobster, although there is merit […]
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 […]
Since the Quinn’s Corner expansion has led to a very necessary increase in the volunteer population at Tabby’s Place, it has been recognized that many of us volunteers have few opportunities to get to know each other well. There are special events, but there needed to be more ways to bring this ever-growing, changing group […]
What is the goal? Where is the end of the rainbow? Why is there always a carrot on the end of the stick, when it could be a brick of Spam?
It’s June, my little jitterbugs. It’s the happiest (handclap) clappiest (handclap) time of the year. Beach time. Pool time. Free-to-be-a-fool time. (Mark your calendars.) Are you singing? Why aren’t you singing? Sing to me, my angels of music. Better yet, swing this junebug into the nearest parking lot and tell me the truth, the way […]
O! You wondrous creatures, you radiant Tabby’s Place residents! You are equally at home in winter and spring, dropping long-tailed poetry like petals across the month that makes seasons kiss. You Marched through our days as children of the Tabby’s Place promise, blossoms beloved simply because you are ours. You made us yours. And to […]