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.
There is a reason we flat-iron our fluffy curls and jimmy our gelatin into “control-top” garments and calibrate our colors to the vibe of the moment. There is a reason we rewrite our heartfelt letters and pummel our poetry into prose and hunker in the bunker of all that is safe and beige. The reason […]
I’m going to let you in on a secret. We’re all a bunch of miracles around here. We are simultaneously a bunch of buffoons. Ergo: it is high time to blow up the biggest, brightest balloons.
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 […]
Volunteering at our beloved sanctuary is a treat and privilege. Service to the kitties is its own reward, but it doesn’t stop there. Cats give back.
Some Tabby’s Place residents scream for attention. Notably, one feisty little Lemon zinger in Suite C and a gregariously great Grecca in the Lobby shout to be heard and have us tune in to what they want. They sing out and clamor for attention — all of the attention, all of the time. These two […]
Friends are reuniting. F*R*I*E*N*D*S are reuniting. As months go, you might say this May was The One With High Hopes. Then again, we are in the business of cats, so hopes around here are always Himalaya-high.
Extra is so much more than just a brand of chewing gum…if it even is one any longer. I really don’t know, having not paid much attention. Back in the day, I alternated between Wrigley’s Spearmint and Doublemint, with the occasional pack of Big Red to mix things up, until I kicked the gum habit […]
Let me ask you a question you’ve surely pondered often. If you’re gonna be an oak tree, which oak tree will you be?
Oh August, sweet little August, you are young yet, and tender. Yet as you grow, we have a request for you. On behalf of every individual of every species on every continent, subcontinent and islet: please be kind.