Imagine riding shotgun in a blue Ford Explorer on I-95 N, just past Exit 17 for Saugatuck, CT, with a live version of Misunderstanding by Genesis playing on Classic Rewind on SiriusXM. If you’re of an age, or aware for other reasons, you might take a mental trip back to Live Aid, and Phil Collins […]
If witches have “familiars” (cats, toads, bats, senators, etc.), we — whatever we are at Tabby’s Place — have “peculiars.” Halloween has come. Halloween has gone. All Saints and All Souls have made their annual appearance. But holidays are perpetual at the Place called Tabby’s, and we’re rich in treats and tricksters, holy mischief-makers and […]
Ours is a world of worries. The climate is changing. Human nature is not changing. There’s a hot blob off the coast of New Zealand. Unsavory characters have been stealing enormous statuettes of Snoop Dogg.
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.
By now, you are probably aware that our daisukina (dearest) Development Director is a sumo aficionado. I am too, but I can more accurately be described as a screaming, crazed fan than an aficionado.
Hymns and psalms and chorales and chants are all different kinds of songs. All are music to the ears, and at Tabby’s Place, those are just the beginning.
Blissfully back inside Tabby’s Place, I am now one of the hands-on volunteers who get to sweep, mop, stock, and do all manner of cleaning and tasks that need lots of doing, all day, every day. (The cats wish I were a feeder, but they have that wish of all of the people they see […]
Pucker up, kittens. It’s time to squeeze a fresh glass of fun and get ourselves all gaudy.
You may be vaccinated. You may be agitated. But spring, and hope, and cats are marching on, and I hope you’ll come along.