The Oscar
Tinseltown can keep its hostless hullabaloo and self-congratulatory shindigs. We don’t need no stinkin’ Oscars. We have Oscar.
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Tinseltown can keep its hostless hullabaloo and self-congratulatory shindigs. We don’t need no stinkin’ Oscars. We have Oscar.
Oh, kittens, you’re in for a treat today. It’s snowy in central Jersey, but our hearts are strangely warmed by one double-shot of espresso angels, Aech and Artemis. Er, I mean Frassy and Star. But don’t take it from me when you’ve got the little leopards’ own mama to tell the tale. Thanks to uber-volunteers […]
I don’t know how you feel about Valentine’s Day. I do, however, know that your Valentine’s Day is about to get better.
In a time when no words suffice, we turn to those who loved beyond words. In the case of the immortal Max, who left this world last Friday, we turn to Kim. Kim wrote monthly updates to Max’s Special Needs sponsors for 6+ years. The bond between them transcended time; you’ll glimpse that indescribable love […]
We live in an age of excess. We don’t just want eyeshadow, we want 570-shade palettes vast enough to make RuPaul proud. We don’t just want a sandwich; we want the Arbynator, and cheeseburger-crust pizza, and the KFC Double-Down (presumably named because you will be doubly down for the count upon eating it). Mercifully, we […]
Cats, like people, can always surprise you. After almost three years with my first Tabby’s Place alumnae Peggy and Dottie, they still reveal little quirks of personality, or develop new habits, or decide that they now hate the food they always gobbled down with glee. They’re mercurial creatures who never go stagnant. So it’s no […]
We are two weeks away from The Day On Which It Is Permissible To Expect Affection. This is of no concern to The Species From Which We Can Learn Much.
This post has been weeks and prayers in the making. So let’s start here: it’s cause for celebration that you’re reading this at all. The mere existence of this post means that Jude is still very much alive.