Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Listening
Are you listening? I mean, are you really listening? Do you hear that? Concentrate. That is the sound of a cat sanctuary all the way over in Ringoes, New Jersey.
Barefoot in the Snowy
It is June, the season for the footloose. You look down and see flip-flops or gladiator sandals. You may even be wise as a cat, which is to say barefoot. Or you may still have your snowshoes on.
Forever Loved: Mortimer
He arrived geriatric and intergalactic. He was the patriarch of impossible panache. Mortimer would make no time for mourning, but mere mortals must weep.
Rustproof
We tend to think that cats are simple. Cats note this on their yellow legal pads, nod at one another, and confirm: humans are precious simpletons. Rusty finds us particularly adorable.
Drill down
“This is not a drill.” These were my shining colleague Bree’s exact words. More precisely: “THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!”
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: Words of Wisdom
In my head, the song Let It Be by The Beatles is subtitled Paul’s Mom, or All the Moms. It is – or should be – the role of moms to speak words of wisdom to their offspring, in their own language or by example. This applies to all species, including the mama squirrel I […]
Mustache works
If this should all end tomorrow, Mr. Mustache could be proud for the rest of his life. Mr. Mustache has done good work. Mr. Mustache has changed the entire world.
Entwined
There is a cord stronger than a double helix. Gator believes it is made of kielbasa. Arthur knows there is magic deeper still.
Kitty LeFey’s Cosmos: There’s Something About Harvey
According to one particular person, as a fan of sumo and as a very actively involved volunteer at a cat sanctuary, I am, apparently, “a cartoon version of a real person.“ I’ve also been told that The Warner Sister Dot should play me in the movie of my life. I’m sure this has readers scratching […]
Happy clappy June
It’s June, my little jitterbugs. It’s the happiest (handclap) clappiest (handclap) time of the year. Beach time. Pool time. Free-to-be-a-fool time. (Mark your calendars.) Are you singing? Why aren’t you singing? Sing to me, my angels of music. Better yet, swing this junebug into the nearest parking lot and tell me the truth, the way […]