Ashentines
Valentine’s Day is always kinda strange. Ash Wednesday is always sacred-strange. So when you schedule them for the same day, you’re scraping the stratosphere of sugary soulful strangeness.
Valentine’s Day is always kinda strange. Ash Wednesday is always sacred-strange. So when you schedule them for the same day, you’re scraping the stratosphere of sugary soulful strangeness.
Where can you find a square circle? How much does purple weigh? How do you solve a problem like Maria?
Tabby’s Place may or may not have a Diabetic Mafia.* The Diabetic Mafia may or may not have a Don…na.
Wait. Did we not just epp a log? We did. But that’s because I’m a dunderhead. So dance around in your dungarees, you January-jousting kittens; it’s time for another month in review.
Some things never change. Simba‘s life, however, is the stuff David Bowie sang about. Today, Tara takes us through the latest twists and turns…
If you are within a certain age bracket, the above-referenced song has been irrevocably ruined for you by singing hamburgers. Perhaps “ruined” is a strong word. But at any rate, you are now unable to hear that riff without singing in your head — against your own will — “…and I hope you do; you’ll […]
Oh, frisky feisty January. You are longer than your 31 days, starting with fireworks and ending with “finally!” You are the time for cold crunch under our feet and Christmas leftovers gone crusty. You are the month of few holidays and generally muted merriment. But those who live among cats have all the frisk and […]