Golden Dobro
Chickens are best left uncounted until they’re hatched. Gold medals are best left un-boasted-of until they’re swinging around your neck. Adoptions are best left unblogged until they’re official.
Chickens are best left uncounted until they’re hatched. Gold medals are best left un-boasted-of until they’re swinging around your neck. Adoptions are best left unblogged until they’re official.
You may have heard of Griselle. You may also have heard of the Turtleman. Hold onto your dungarees, because today you’re going to hear about both.
Recently a local radio station had a 90s weekend. This simultaneously: 1. made me feel exceedingly old, and; 2. afforded the opportunity to be reminded of Shakespeare-worthy lyrics like “not vicious or malicious/just lovely and delicious.” Which brings me to Queen.
Long-time readers of this blog will remember the inimitable Bagheera. If you’re a newbie, you can catch up on Bags at these links: Special Needs Sponsorship page, “Where They are Now”. While most cats are, frankly, pretty bad at “giving back to the community,” I am proud to report that Bags is paying it forward […]
What walks down stairs, alone or in pairs,* and makes a slinkity sound? What’s that little slinky thing? Everyone knows it’s Hailey.
Ringoes, NJ has a lot in common with Mayberry. A human population of 15. A redheaded rapscallion. Good country folks.
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.
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 […]
She came from Alabama with a banjo on her knee. Or Georgia, with a cringeworthy name. Close enough.