October holds our hand so we’re not too scared to walk into the cold. She blesses the dark with orange and gold. She Halloweens us. She presses our trembling fingers into November’s paw, a knot of Saints and Souls. And in November, we remember: we are always living in Times Like These.
Every summer, Tabby’s Place holds a memorial in Cherny’s Garden. The purpose is to celebrate the cats that have crossed the rainbow bridge during the previous 12 months. It is also a time for staff and volunteers to reminisce and catch up with each other. At each memorial, ashes are strewn and rose petals are […]
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 […]
Holy moly, humans. We’re a holey bowl of needers, aren’t we? Fragile doilies. Patchwork jeans. Slim slices of Swiss. But we are surrounded by creatures who consider themselves the living equivalents of chunk cheese. They are more than happy to patch our holes with melty mercy.
We are not the power. Love is the power. But oh, our light-force! when we turn our faces in its direction.
The difference between cats and the rest of us is that we forget what’s inside of us. At best, we think of ourselves as oranges, fragile skin around sweetness. Mostly, we think of ourselves as piñatas, not sure what lies within until the hour hits us. We hope we’re more than a momentary sugar rush. […]
Beloved Tabby’s Place family, Even in a week of cosmic sorrow, nothing compares to this goodbye. Rose was, is, and will ever be the blooming heart of Tabby’s Place. Our garden is ragged with grief today. To honor all that Rose means to us, we’ll be sending her off in two parts. We begin with […]
Kozmo Rosenberg is a dynamo. I know because I’m a dynamo too, or so I’ve been told. The thing about dynamos – the figurative kind – is that they are super energetic and seem to never stop moving. Anyone who knows Kozmo knows this to be completely and 100% totally true.
Decades before there were lollipops stuffed with bubble gum or chocolate taffy, an entrepreneur created square hard candies that were individually wrapped in cellophane. He called them Charms. This changed my life forever. For my father’s mother, Charms were a little something to moisten her mouth, a little treat for a grandchild. For her, every […]
What if we all sat around the fireplace and pulled oysters and pearls from our week? The cats would strongly prefer that we pull all the catfish out of all the bayous and dance like Kokopelli around the bonfire, but they’ll accept this pale substitution.