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.
If you’ve read Felis Catus for any length of time, you know Carolina Cat Lover. And if you have a heart and a soul, you love CCL’s gentle, generous ways.
I have good news…and I have bad news. Let’s start with the bad: our ride on the Gus Bus has been very short indeed.
Meekness is underrated these days. In a culture of everything from Turbo Tartar-Terminating Toothpaste to Mortal Kombat CLXVI: Finish Him Again, it’s good to hear about the triumph of the mild.
There are comforting constants in life. Peanut butter and jelly. Death and taxes. (OK, not always comforting.) Imperious big sisters and irritating little brothers. Take it from Hope and MJ.