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Editor’s note: As we ache for our volunteers, visitors, and assorted friends/buddies/pals of two species, the next best thing to a visit is a guest blog post. Thank you, dearest Sue, for this beautiful missive. Fellow volunteers and other valiant Tabby’s Place people: if a blog post is percolating within you, hit me up. You […]
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’s Fat Tuesday, kittens. The climax of Carnival. The ledge of Lent. The day of muchness, merry munching and madness-making before the ashes and the awe and the evaluation of the state of our souls. If that’s your thing. Around here, you know what that means. Thus commences your annual glut of globularity, your smorgasbord […]
Some days this job brings us very close to something very sacred. Correction: that occurs every day. Some days we’re just temporarily unclouded enough to see it.
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.
Let’s get this out of the way first: “Hodie” is not the name of a current Tabby’s Place cat. We should remedy that. By the end of this post, I hope you’ll agree.
It’s the Feast Day of St. Francis of Assisi. It’s the eve of Tabby’s Place’s 15th anniversary. I’ll let my words be few.
There’s no beating around this bristly, brutal bush. August 2018 dealt some awfulness in extremis at Tabby’s Place.
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.
Not every Thanksgiving turkey is made of bird. Not every Thanksgiving meal ends with pumpkin pie. And not every thankful cat includes “adoption” on her gratitude list.