“Poor Trent.” The text message could have meant any number of things. Trent might just be on the receiving end of Hips‘ hooliganism. Trent might be trapped under Bello as an unwitting pillow. Trent might be receiving cat food, when he specifically requested lobster Florentine. Or Trent might be …
There are times when life feels like quicksand up to our necks. There are mornings when it takes all your strength to crawl out of the soil. These are the hours we must remember Papillon.
Sometimes it takes the just the right cat at just the right time to add a zesty seasoning to life. In the beforetimes, Cinnamon was an outdoor cat with a clipped ear to prove how much certain humans valued him.
You have perhaps heard the tragedy of Dorian Gray. You have yet to hear the comedy of Dorian the silver.
It is not always in our power to roll along merrily. But it is always possible to roll along Merrilly.
Three certain cats’ names put together in the right way sound like a nursery rhyme.
There has never, not once in the history of ever, been a tortoiseshell cat who was not splendid. They all have IQs over 280 and the ability to broker world peace (although, for secret reasons, they have not used it). They are more elegant than Audrey Hepburn and more excellent than tacos. Their egos are […]
There’s an expression you hear around Independence Day: “Land of the Free because of the brave.” It’s a reminder not to take liberty for granted. It’s a nudge to give thanks for the courageous ones who have given greatly. It’s a sentiment Dawn appreciates.
It’s summer. Kittens smaller than mozzarella sticks are melting our hearts. Cats of all sizes are processing the trauma of seeing humans in shorts. And the humid, hairy, heartbreaking world is stripping us all down to honesty.
This is not a gossip column, but Xena Rosenberg has secrets that might be exposed herein by Xena herself.