Eras end. Chapters close. But sometimes we just can’t brace ourselves for the turn of the page.
August has left the building. This means it’s time to put away your hot summer fashions, like the classic black knee socks with cargo shorts and Birkenstocks (a look only recommended if you’re a male over age 85 and shaped like Grimace). It also means it’s time for our monthly recap.
We humans are a fragile bunch. A day that starts in sunshine can take a sinister swerve for something as small as That Look from the boss, or a shirt that makes you look all muffin-toppy, or a replay of the MTV VMAs on the morning news. Cats have no such vulnerabilities.
When do you love a cat even more after he leaves Tabby’s Place? When he’s Paco the hero, that’s when.
Cat stories don’t always make sense. There’s nothing logical about driving 10+ hours round trip to adopt an ancient, blind, deaf cat you’ve only “met” online, especially when you already have three blind cats at home. There’s nothing logical about going from “homeless street urchin” to “travelworthy celebrity” in less than a year. But then, […]
There comes a time, in the life of every cat tree, when the time has come. The time…when time is up.
Ohio is known for many things. Buckeyes. “Swing state” status. The Drew Carey Show (Cleveland rocks, you know). And now, the greatest intern in the history of internships. I am honored to hereby hand this blog post over to Antoinette, a sophomore at The Ohio State University, who has spent the past summer working with […]
Not all fruit can be low-hanging. Nor should it be. We all love the lazy-easy peaches that droop as pendulous as planets, heavy with sweetness and easy to pluck. But sometimes that tree is well worth the climb for the treasure in the leaves. I am, of course, talking about cats.
I don’t generally like putting words in other people’s mouths. That’s how you end up with creepy things like the eTrade baby commercials. But I feel confident I speak for all of us when I make the following controversial statement: I love cats.
Someone has done it again. Someone has shone the Cat Sign — think Batman, more feline — into the sky, and we are helpless in its glow.