The mutually amazing society
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.
Guest post: Half baked
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 […]
Guest post: Yoga cats
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.
Guest post: Zesty: Roxy music
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 […]
Epilogues: May 2021
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.
Guest post: Extra! Extra!
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 […]
Living oakily
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?
Epilogues: July 2020
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.
Don’t let go of the potato
It would not interest you why I was Googling “weird Cajun expressions.” True fact: this was related to a certain Executive Director of my acquaintance who shall remain unnamed to protect the strange, but whose name rhymes with “Ronathan.”