In the beginning (please, don’t be literal), Sammy had her Max. Then, she didn’t. Time elapsed.
Part of my job is to make appointment reminder phone calls. Recently, I had a rough conversation with someone who couldn’t tell the difference between 3 disparate groups of people. (Oh, no. Here we go.)
…and days…and days. Every day brings something a little bit new with it, and lot more same old, same old, same old.
First things first: the Ringoes, NJ metropolitan area is not formally having a “cold emergency.” Unlike our very real heat emergency, this one is entirely our invention (and by “our” I mean “mine,” because I am the World’s Biggest Winter Weenie, and I enjoy hiding behind the mantle of “our”). That said, the cats know […]
As summer draws to a close and wisps of autumn fill the air, the Community Room kitties settle into their daily routines, both old and new. Every room and suite at Tabby’s Place has its own unique vibe or rhythm. The Community Room has always been a place of solace for older cats, special needs […]
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 […]
It is universally known that Max was a king among cats. So it’s only right that it takes a full battalion of “normal” felines to replace him.
Every day is a party at Tabby’s Place. There are shenanigans. There is tomfoolery. There’s enough Party Mix to make a trail to Neptune and back. But one day still stands apart.
Yesterday’s puzzler of a post has followed up on itself. Reality, that pesky giant gnat, insists that it can’t be bottled up on a blog.
The measure of a year depends entirely on the scale. For thirteen lucky cats, 2016 was the grandest year of all.