When I first met Samantha, it was because another volunteer asked me to. The poor kitty was frightened, cowering in an open crate, and new to the community room. She needed friends, and it wasn’t difficult to convince her that scratches and cooing are nice.
Love comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, vectors, and ways. Love can grow slowly, strengthening with time and togetherness. Love can creep up on us like a cat on the prowl, knocking us off our feet, taking our breath away, and leaving us wondering what hit us after it escapes out grasp.
If you hang around Tabby’s Place for any length of time, you will unavoidably encounter the word “shmoldie.” Repeatedly. Inescapably. Inexplicably.
All together now: auhhhhhhhtummmmm. It’s deeper than “ah.” It’s better than “om.” And we can see it shining in the not-too-distant distance. If ever we needed the sepia-toned glow of fall, it’s now.
Do not adjust your monitors. It is not The Holiday Season. This is a legitimate, urgent, bona fide usage of the Emergency Gratuitous Cat Photos System. Circumstances have dictated that we pelt you with pictures immediately. What circumstances? The cats have melted.
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 […]
A Tabby’s Place year has ended. A Tabby’s Place year has begun.
The Linda Fund, that is. I rarely ask for donations in this space, but you bet your bouncy-house I’m gonna do so today. And I have help.
Public service announcement: you are in immediate danger of hyperglycemia. If sweetness isn’t your style, I’d urge you to make your way to the nearest exit. Really. Hurry.
For a short month, February makes a lot of noise. But then, February does hang out with Bear.