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Be it known: Sluggo sits like Homer Simpson.
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Phantom of the sanctuary
What walks down stairs, alone or in pairs,* and makes a slinkity sound? What’s that little slinky thing? Everyone knows it’s Hailey.
Mae berry
Ringoes, NJ has a lot in common with Mayberry. A human population of 15. A redheaded rapscallion. Good country folks.
Family flowers
Just when you thought girl groups had gone the way of Crystal Pepsi and cassingles, I have good news. The best sistafriends since the Spice Girls have arrived.
Interdependence day
When in the course of feline events, it becomes necessary for one cat suite to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to […]
Constance craving
She came from Alabama with a banjo on her knee. Or Georgia, with a cringeworthy name. Close enough.
Guest post: Carolina kittens on my mind
If you’ve read Felis Catus for any length of time, you know Carolina Cat Lover. And if you have a heart and a soul, you love CCL’s gentle, generous ways.
Disembarking the Gus bus
I have good news…and I have bad news. Let’s start with the bad: our ride on the Gus Bus has been very short indeed.
Make way for the meek
Meekness is underrated these days. In a culture of everything from Turbo Tartar-Terminating Toothpaste to Mortal Kombat CLXVI: Finish Him Again, it’s good to hear about the triumph of the mild.