This being Labor Day and all, your normal blogular programming has been suspended. Fortunately, you’re getting something better.
You gave us wonder and splendor. You gave us the return of Bill and Ted (see above). You gave us the feast day of St. Augustine, and the annual pondering as to whether or not his friends called him “Gus.” You gave us an uncommonly high volume of marmalade cats.
Late have I loved you, unrelenting autumn. But this year, even when it’s hard to fare forward, there’s a certain comfort in being able to fall into your arms.
As proven by its occasional rhapsodizing about Alan Alda and One Direction, this blog is not generally pinned to the pulse of celebrity news. But this week’s star sorrow demands a response. The world has lost its beloved Black Panther, Chadwick Boseman.
Editor’s note: We are collectively, universally, reliably over-the-moon for adopter updates. Whether a cat left our doors three days or thirteen years ago, it’s a thrill hearing from his forever family. But some thrills are especially meteoric, as Rocket, nee Inigo, is about to show you. Enjoy, my dears, and shine on. Thanks to the […]
We didn’t expect 2020. We can’t predict 2021, or tomorrow. But verily I tell you: that’s OK.
Let me ask you a question you’ve surely pondered often. If you’re gonna be an oak tree, which oak tree will you be?
There is a light that never sleeps. No, not that one. I’m talking about a freaky purple light that should really consider a nap now and again.