“They” tell me it is now Meteorological Autumn. “They” say kitten season is on the wane. But the great, proverbial “they” don’t know a thing about the endless summer of cats.
We were just talking about Bonnie. We were just saying, “She looks good! I mean, she looks terrible, but she still looks good. Bright eyes, bright spark, still eating, still beautiful.” Always beautiful. Always loved. But, as of this afternoon, no longer within our grasp.
Anyone who’s lived with cats or children or saints knows: higher creatures have their own calendars. It’s only us earthbound types who think holidays are sparsely scattershot across the year.
As youze guyze are aware, the Linda Fund is afoot. From now through June 8th, if you donate through the little cloud on our homepage, your dollars will be doubled for the cats. That much, you know. Those doubled dollars will be devoted to emergency and specialty care for the neediest niblets. That much, you […]
When you’re human, it’s easy to drowse into climate-controlled forgetfulness. But when you live with cats, it’s impossible to forget that you are more than your mind.
Tonight, little ghouls and ninja turtles and Groots and Elsas will descend upon your doorstep demanding confections. Next month, the leader of the free world will pardon a turkey. And within the span of seven magical days, we’ve got the pleasures of National Cat Day, All Saints’ Day, All Souls’ Day, and the silencing of […]
I’ve got bad news and great news. The robots are coming. But the robots have the potential to save the day…and the cat.
The Pink Moon is coming. The crocuses are about to break winter’s chains. And I have exciting news for you, in quadruplicate.
Calling all Celts, non-Celts and kittens. A certain fair lass is in need of all the prayers on both sides of the Irish Sea.
It’s painfully obvious – sometimes on a painfully-hourly basis – that we are made of dust. But do we forget that we’re also made of stars? Our Bonnie lass will not forget.