Guest Post: The boys of Suite D
There is something special about Suite D at Tabby’s Place. Maybe it’s because I’ve been cleaning the suite’s solarium weekly for almost 2 years, but I don’t think so.
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.
Call me greedy
Do it. Call me “greedy.” I’m not daring you. I’m not seeking absolution. I’m delighting in it. Do it!
Epilogues: July 2023
As August ambushes July with a Super Soaker, we’re feeling ruffled in Ringoes. Cats are reasonable. They do not expect life to be a constant stream of meat products. They accept that sometimes the best they can do is a burger made of twenty slices of cheese. But no one at Tabby’s Place can accept […]
It happened
It happens. It happens, and it happens, and it happens. It happens, and it happened, and it will happen again, as long as we are brave and outrageous. Never bet against the brave and outrageous.
Still and ever
There was a time when kinfolk cloistered in Brooklyn brownstones or Omaha homesteads, Italian and Swedish singing across the clotheslines and generations. There was a time when Suite C was Suite C, and cats of a certain fatness stuffed the years like rollatini, together for (a) forever or (b) until someone slimmed their way elsewhere. […]
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: That’s Perfect!
My extraordinary spouse recently commented on a very particular habit of those who provide customer service over the phone. He noticed that they all say, “That’s perfect!,” or some version thereof. Turns out, I’m one of “those people.” We finally found a match for your calendar with our availability? Perfect! You received the email and […]
Championship peppers
Once or twice in each generation, a champion is born. She may be meek or wild. He may be golden or homely. They may never be recognized for their sacrifices. They will always face the Champion’s Choice.
Giving bruisedly
Can I tell you a secret? I already told the cats, and they all agreed that I’m safe sharing it with you. Here goes. I’m Tabby’s Place’s Development Director (although I prefer Flipper of Fundraising Flapjacks)…and I’m not so sure about #GivingTuesday.