October and all of its surprises are in the books. Cubs in the Series. Cats in girdles. Swiss-cheesey holes in undisclosed locations.
The world is very different in 2016 than it was in 2003, when Tabby’s Place opened. Despite coming of age in a digital world, our teenage sanctuary is undeniably analog.
Many people would benefit from your freaking out right now. The cats are not among those people.
Ask not for whom the Community Room door opens; it opens for thee. Unless thou art Jackie. Or Hildegarde. Or Boots. Or — heaven help us — Olive.
One day, carnival carousing. The next, dust and ashes. Such is the Lenten kickoff dance.
There are months that wound and months that heal. November 2015 did both.
Funny thing about change: it happens. You can leave the place you’re at, but a change of scenery will change you. You can stay absolutely still, but the same old setting will keep shifting. And, if you’re Hildegarde, you can be a cat the size of a monument, but change will make you feel very, […]
It’s August, kittens. August. The month of pterodactyl-sized bugs and Venus-high heat and the first flirtations with fall.