The muster zone
I have no idea what this sign (spotted in Princeton) technically means (and I’d rather meditate on its mysteries than Google it; some questions are better than answers). But I know this: life is a Muster Zone.
Stay surprising
You may think of yourself as an old pair of shoes. You can still be surprised by an old pair of shoes.
Forever loved: Tanner
If Rent was right that we “measure our lives in love,” Tanner lived at Tabby’s Place for a very, very long time. Maybe that’s why we miss him so much today.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Bad Hair
Everyone who has ever lived has had a bad hair day. Everyone who lived through the 1980s had a bad hair decade. For the record, I was very proud of my fairly long mullet, which was most punky when paired with short spikes on top. (No, you may not see a picture. No one can […]
The Elliot Challenge
You may think you’ve unwrapped all your holiday gifts. You may think it’s all over but the cleanup. May I direct your attention to the snow-white wondercat awaiting you under the tree.
Unboxed
The calendar declares that today is Boxing Day. It is the day to box up well-intentioned hideous sweaters and return them to the Gap from whence they came. It is the day to punch the lights out of everything that snuffed our candles in 2022. It is not, however, the day to box up The […]
Spill light
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.)
Forever loved: Humphrey
What did Humphrey see with his marble eye? What will we see now that he’s passed from our sight?
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Scheduling Chaos
As an office manager for an orthodontist, I spend a lot of time scheduling appointments. There are things I’d love to say, but generally don’t. For one thing, we schedule in 15-minute blocks, so someone arriving 10 minutes late can throw off our entire schedule. If someone arrives too early, they probably arrived during someone […]
You are not the last of your kind
If you ever wondered if yours is the last heart that bleeds and sings, often at the same time, be of good cheer: it is not. You have an entire village with hearts shaped like yours. It’s called Tabby’s Place.