Two olds
The year is young. You and I are not. This is no cause for concern.
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Guest post: Shot
Syringe or jigger, vaccine or booze, if it was a shot, then 2020 was THE year. Personally, I prefer the jigger-kind and probably had a few too many tequila shots in college, but 2020 was very different.
Your love does not return void
I don’t know about you, kittens, but I hurl a whole lot of love into the abyss. Actually, I do know about you. I know very much about you. (I do not intend this to be creepy.) I know that you are some of the bravest love-hurlers I will ever know. (Case in point: I […]
Guest post: A light in the window
Year-end can be strange and difficult. It is literally a dark time, even in the best of times. In the worst of times, we can feel hopeless and lost. But, in the darkest times, all is not lost, although we must sometimes dig deep into Pandora’s cherished box to find hope.
Guest post: Beers to ya!
In Massachusetts, there is a mecca for the brewed barley connoisseur, with a name that resounds through the Tabby’s Place Lobby where one furry little Lord Hobo reigns(ish) supreme (depending on whether or not Olive has a say). Meanwhile, in sweet suite A, our Boom-Sauce brings the awesome sauce (please do not inform the author […]
Together at the top of the tree
Quick: name your top ten favorite living creatures of all time. Too hard? Let’s restrict it to cats. Still too hard? Good.
I was strange, and you took me in
It’s Christmas Eve, and so I’ll let my words be few. The cats want to be your manger.
Guest post: Sayings
Every since the dawn of language, humans have come up with quaint euphemisms for difficult subjects of conversation. I flatly refuse to provide any data or sources. Feel free to ignore or accept my word, and/or examine a few of your own. (Make it fun!)
Guest post: Hot foot
Sitting with a wonderfully toasty heating pad wrapped around my right foot and Paul McCartney crooning about his love makes me feel all gooshy inside. Okay, not exactly gooshy, but nice. I like the song, despite the sappiness, and I really love the heating pad.
Guest post: Cold feet
My right foot is cold despite my super adorable rainbow sock. It may have something to do with the ice pack (Much obliged, Loki, mistress of the misstep). My left foot is keeping metaphorical company. In short, now is worrying.