Epilogues: June 2023
Ask the experts: did we fail or prevail at Tabby’s Place this June? Any month involving the Strawberry Moon would seem a guaranteed success. But the experts are not so sure.
Ask the experts: did we fail or prevail at Tabby’s Place this June? Any month involving the Strawberry Moon would seem a guaranteed success. But the experts are not so sure.
“This is not a drill.” These were my shining colleague Bree’s exact words. More precisely: “THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!”
The worst days and the best days are often one and the same, as Charles Dickens knew well. The day that Nemo and I found a different way to spend time together was exactly that. One gazillion percent.
When life presents us with its greatest challenges, we discover who is up for the challenge of helping us uphold ourselves. Wrapped in difficulty, grief, or stress, it can be hard to look around and identify the communities of care that enwrap us. When challenges arise at Tabby’s Place, nobody even needs to look up. […]
As we grow up, our coursework and our cultures can encourage rigidity about many concepts of grammar and, more poignantly, about who people are “supposed to be” and how much we expect everyone and everything to be “normal.”
What if we all sat around the fireplace and pulled oysters and pearls from our week? The cats would strongly prefer that we pull all the catfish out of all the bayous and dance like Kokopelli around the bonfire, but they’ll accept this pale substitution.
Sometimes the littlest things have the greatest impact. No, I’m not talking about meteorites. I’m talking about cats.
If you’ve ever sobbed your way through Charlotte’s Web, you are familiar with the tender mind of E.B. White. Heartfelt children’s author, gifted New Yorker editor, and co-author of a definitive volume on writing style, ol’ E.B. is sadly underappreciated for his greatest accomplishment. E.B. White is Extra Bonus catlike.
Once upon a yesteryear, the household I grew up in consisted of my parents, my siblings, myself, my grandmother, assorted pets (dogs, cats, fish, a woolly bear caterpillar [okay, that didn’t last long, but it was a good lesson in accepting change]), and assorted temporary cohabiters (my dad’s army buddy, my uncle, my uncle’s fiance, […]
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.