Stupid questions
Humans believe there are no stupid questions. Cats want to believe, but then they hear us ask, “is the world ready for plant-based octopus?” “What is the center of the universe?” And, “why has nobody adopted Sammy?”
The Games are on
You hear your anthem. Snoop Dogg is cheering your name. The whole world is your Number One Fan. One of two things is happening. Either you just won a gold medal in the Olympic Games… …or you are a Tabby’s Place cat on an unremarkable Thursday.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Looking Over Clover
In American pop culture, four-leafed clovers have inspired superstitions, song performances, and breakfast cereal shapes. At Tabby’s Place, it’s a very young cat named Clover who does the inspiring, simply by being herself.
Made of stories
I would like to kiss the New Year, but I can’t reach that high. I would like to glimpse what’s next, but I can’t open my eyes that wide. So I will simply sit here, on the floor, with the cats, telling stories.
Gloves off
There are appropriate contexts for gloves at Tabby’s Place: Conducting surgery. Cleaning (human) toilets. Performing Cabaret for Suite A. (Carrot appreciates jazz hands.) But handling jalapenos? Never.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: My Heroes
It is no secret that my biggest heroes include our very own Jonathan and Sharon Rosenberg. Counted along with them are my husband, my boss, all the staff at Tabby’s Place, and the many, many volunteers who work with me or at different times, on similar or different shifts…you get the drift. Sure, my heroes […]
Lady Bug
Let the woolly caterpillar shimmy like a sweater-sock. Give the stink bug his noxious due. Just don’t call the lady an insect.
Kitty LeFey’s Corner: Mission Possible
Five words. Ten syllables. That comprises the entirety of the mission at Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary: Saving cats from hopeless situations. The mission could be more detailed. It doesn’t need to be. The mission could express so much more. It doesn’t have to. The mission could be neither more poignant nor profound: Saving cats […]
Epilogues: August 2023
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?
Springing forward
Maybe you were kind of a recluse before All Of This. (Maybe “kind of” is kind of an understatement.) Maybe you’re scared to death to admit you’re scared to death of everything returning to pre-All Of This. Maybe there are things you’ve learned to love about a global pandemic. It’s all OK. In fact, it’s […]