She’s going to be okay, because she has to be okay. I am talking about Patches. I am talking about all of us.
You can hear a kitten’s piccolo meow from deep space. You can hear Hips‘s galumphing gallop all the way to Glockamora. But while youth and ego shout, the meek let their lives speak. They will never toot their own horns. So let’s hear it for the mamas.
Since 1911, International Women’s Day has been “a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural, and political achievements of women.” Tabby’s Place thrives on the brilliance, bravery, empathy, and energy of a legendary league of women. Our volunteers, staff, and donors are humble heroes. They tilt the arc of the universe towards love, on an […]
There is a celebrated dreamcoat, noted for its many colors, that was gifted as an expression of love. Patches, of the Tabby’s Place Community Room where all the “Cool Kids” hang out, has her own fabulous coat.
Today is the day. The world is waiting, breathless, to see what we will decide. We may not know the outcome by the time we go to sleep. Only history can tell if we chose wisely. History, and Olive.
I heard it again today. “Tabby’s Place seems bigger inside than it looks on the outside.”
Patches is not yet one hundred eight years old. Theodosia is actually pretty close, but if you tell her I said that, I will never live to reach forty-four years old.
I want to believe that everyone I love will remain young. Of course my mother is still thirty-five. She is every bit as thirty-five as she was when she packed my peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. Of course Angelo is still a youth. He is not a seventeen year old cat so much as a seventeen year old […]
Named for a luxurious and deceptively simple Italian dessert, Affogato might just be the sweetest and most affectionate creature that ever resided at Tabby’s Place.
I know so little of love. This may seem a funny thing to say from the hub of love that is Tabby’s Place. But the more I learn of love, the more I see how much I have to learn.