O! You wondrous creatures, you radiant Tabby’s Place residents! You are equally at home in winter and spring, dropping long-tailed poetry like petals across the month that makes seasons kiss. You Marched through our days as children of the Tabby’s Place promise, blossoms beloved simply because you are ours. You made us yours. And to […]
You may think of yourself as an old pair of shoes. You can still be surprised by an old pair of shoes.
When you fall over (and it is “when,” not “if”), what do you spill out? Anger? Compassion? Resentment that you are not eating enough mini meatballs? (I will let you guess which two out of those three apply to cats.)
As soon as the lights go out the shenanigans begin. Ever notice? Sometimes, it’s just the silliness that comes with an unexpected power outage on a beautiful, clear day – something that puts a cog in the daily wheel and brings everything to a sudden, screeching halt, which sometimes, can be very welcome
Kozmo Rosenberg is a dynamo. I know because I’m a dynamo too, or so I’ve been told. The thing about dynamos – the figurative kind – is that they are super energetic and seem to never stop moving. Anyone who knows Kozmo knows this to be completely and 100% totally true.
Every several years, many among us do it. Mostly because we have to. Mostly because of planned obsolescence. We need to upgrade our devices.
The bonfire-orange leaves do not miss the days they were green. The canyon-throated bullfrog does not wax nostalgic for his polywog past. The muppet-headed Siamese does not lament the loss of her earlier lives. They are all a good deal wiser than we are.
You are on a journey through space and time. No, you aren’t in The Twilight Zone. You are somewhere far more interesting, vastly more magical, and eminently more real. You have entered Tabby’s Place: A Cat Sanctuary. You are here with me. It’s a Friday. Let’s go! We’ll start by swinging wide the big, blue […]
The world is weeping. Our brothers and sisters are shuddering in subways, crawling across borders, bearing their children and their grandparents and their ragged animals on their backs. Are we supposed to bask in jolly cat happenings at such a time as this?
The mailboxes at my condo complex are being replaced due to the fact that they are, and here I quote the venerable Association, “aging and have an inconsistent appearance.” That does not bode well for any of us.