Sometime in December 2021, my hubby M (not only for his first name, but also for MAGNIFICENT), a very large, Jewish man with a pretty big sweet tooth and a sad dearth of suppliers, bemoaned the lack of Christmas cookies that would be finding their way to his table and tummy for the holidays. Cue […]
‘Tis the season when we’re all wound a tad too tight. But if the festive ribbon is already choking out your cheer, don’t suffer alone.
Tabby’s Place maintains a variety of “behavior logs.” If you are a cat, these are not the place you want to be. No, that’s not right. If you are a cat, these are exactly where you aspire to be.
Hymns and psalms and chorales and chants are all different kinds of songs. All are music to the ears, and at Tabby’s Place, those are just the beginning.
It does matter that you’re still here. It does matter what you do.
Don’t know about you, but I could really use a drink just about now. Of course, I’ll heed my father’s advice and hold off: when you “need” a drink it’s the time to not have one. Instead, blog. That last wasn’t a thing when my dad was on this side of the rainbow bridge, but […]
Have three little letters ever been so fraught? Think about it. LMK, IMO, IOU, TBD, LOL, ASAP (okay, 4 letters on that one, but bear with me)…
Editor’s note: As we ache for our volunteers, visitors, and assorted friends/buddies/pals of two species, the next best thing to a visit is a guest blog post. Thank you, dearest Sue, for this beautiful missive. Fellow volunteers and other valiant Tabby’s Place people: if a blog post is percolating within you, hit me up. You […]
It’s been years since I watched Disney’s The Aristocats. I enjoyed it as a young girl, but found it annoying as a young adult in its polarization of the aristocracy (Madame and her Aristocats) and the working class (the Alley cats and Edgar, the butler). Society, human or feline, is far more complex than such […]
It’s Fat Tuesday, kittens. The climax of Carnival. The ledge of Lent. The day of muchness, merry munching and madness-making before the ashes and the awe and the evaluation of the state of our souls. If that’s your thing. Around here, you know what that means. Thus commences your annual glut of globularity, your smorgasbord […]