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Ned, Jed, and daily bread

The cats have many reasons to call us dingbats, dunderheads, and hairy turnips. For instance: We have the technology to install a fountain of mozzarella in the lobby, but we don’t. We deplete our beef nugget budget to buy “lint rollers,” which we then deploy to remove fur that (a) was placed with great intention […]

I sing both

We all write our own little stories about the cats. “Hips and Prescott are married,” for instance. Or, “Pepita has a Nobel Peace Prize.” Or, “before Tabby’s Place, Baby worked as an ice cream man.” You do it. I do it. We would hardly be human if we didn’t do it. But the cats’ true […]