Forever Loved: Lola
When you love like Lola loved, you are larger than life. When you live like Lola lived, you don’t leave anyone feeling small. But when you leave us, we can’t imagine life without you.
When you love like Lola loved, you are larger than life. When you live like Lola lived, you don’t leave anyone feeling small. But when you leave us, we can’t imagine life without you.
In the landscape of the heart, you rarely know when you are entering a valley. There are no billboards shouting, “Now Entering One Of The Saddest Months Of Your Life!” Perhaps this is for the best.
“The holiday season” is a tangled string of lights, isn’t it? There are sugar cookies from salty relatives and flashes of forgiveness under the icicles. There are people trying to convince us that Hess Trucks have something to do with Christmas, or that shriveled cherries belong in cake. And then there is Lola, bearing the […]
You may be full of yule log today. You may be full of ill-advised eggless nog. Your living room may be full of Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles. Be assured: you are not as full as a cat.
Her name is Nola, not Lola (Lola lives in Medical with Angelo, but hers is another story). Nola is not a showgirl. She’s a Tabby’s Place cat. Yellow feathers are present only as accessories to cat toys. She refuses to wear any dresses no matter where they are cut down to. Neither will she merengue […]
It’s Thanksgiving at Tabby’s Place. It’s the fourth Thursday in November. These facts do not entirely overlap.
T.S. Eliot, who first discovered that every cat has three names, declared April to be “the cruelest month.” Clearly he did not know the names of Mayhem, Crumpet, or Patches.
To the naked eye, Tabby’s Place appears to be a cat sanctuary. A special cat sanctuary, certainly. One-of-a-kind. Sensational. Smitten with specifically those cats the world forgot. But Tabby’s Place is more than it appears: an outpost of love. A living, purring, peeing parable. A tumbler of timeless truths. And a place where August can […]
We did it, kittens. We marched forth. We outlasted the year that seemed like always winter and never Christmas. And now, Aslan is on the move. Now, wild dingoes couldn’t keep us from blooming.
Sometimes 28 days can feel like the longest month of the year. This was no ordinary February.