Decision(s) 2024
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.
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.
Spring is eleven days old. Spring folds winter in its apron, like warm bread for later. Spring bears more than a passing resemblance to Tabby’s Place.
So here we stand, at the end and the beginning. Cats know that there are only ever beginnings. Cats know many things beyond our reach. But they are gentle, and permit us to believe in figments — endings, the concept of “age appropriate,” the existence of credible vegan cheese — as long as necessary. Perhaps […]
There must be some hidden hoard of helium in the walls of Tabby’s Place. How else to explain the ups and downs of August, our hearts bobbing like airships?
There is a note on my desk reading, “Everything is really, truly OK.” You might say we whisper this over every Tabby’s Place cat. That would be half the story.