End of road work
Tucker sees lymphoma and laughs, “I’m gonna run you over like a Fanta can!” Tucker sees orange cones and yells “bowling party!” Tucker sees “Road Work” signs and sings, “more time in the car to listen to Willie Nelson! WINNING!”
Tucker sees lymphoma and laughs, “I’m gonna run you over like a Fanta can!” Tucker sees orange cones and yells “bowling party!” Tucker sees “Road Work” signs and sings, “more time in the car to listen to Willie Nelson! WINNING!”
When he bequeathed to us the song Hallelujah Leonard Cohen reminded us of the grace and beauty that is paired generously with the grit and darkness that is part and parcel of being human: “it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.” We carry a spark that some may call divine. We also carry weights […]
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 […]
You can’t put stickers on a cat. Okay, technically, you can, but you shouldn’t, not even when it would be super helpful to keep track of over a hundred cats (QR codes, anybody?). They certainly don’t need any additional decoration. They certainly would not benefit from a coating of Lisa Frank collectible stickers. The adhesives […]
In 2023, it’s excruciatingly easy to live inside our heads. Fortunately, we are surrounded by beefy beasts who will drag us out to play.
It is a great scandal, but not everyone is equally obsessed with every cat. Fortunately, every cat is flourescently obsessed with catself. And that is sufficient.
Never let anyone tell you that cats are immune to New Year’s resolutions. The moment applications opened to drive the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile, the Tabby’s Place cats instantly, collectively developed goals. Resolved to support them, I have just signed 100 reference letters.
On a cold, bitter day when a chill rain alternates with biting sleet and frigid snow, and when ice seems to seep through one’s very veins, you know you’re in Central New Jersey in early winter. Mere thoughts of going outside are unwelcome. Actually, going outside is avoided. Warm, safe, and cozy are the aims […]
I saw Batman on the bypass this morning. I saw Oram in Suite FeLV. I don’t need to explain which was more exciting.
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 […]