I’ve always thought Thanksgiving is the purest holiday.
The cats agree. Our reasons differ.
I’ve always thought Thanksgiving is the purest holiday.
The cats agree. Our reasons differ.
“Bikini season” is a foreign concept to felines.
Muffin would be especially puzzled by this case of foolish human beanery.
You know those ads that show happy, twirling couples who met through eHarmony?
Well, today we celebrate a match made through this very blog…and (literally) in Heaven. Volunteer Larry, take it away… Continue reading » » »
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff.
While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.
Funny thing, this business of ownership.
These pink polka-dot socks on my feet are mine. The half-finished cup vat of green tea on my desk is mine. Your patience with my strange sense of humor is all yours (bless your heart). But in what sense - if any - is a cat really yours or mine? Do we - can we - ever own a living, feeling soul wrapped in purr and fur and awesomeness?