Don’t let commercials about rich people getting Christmas Cadillacs make you cynical. These are, in fact, the days of miracle and wonder. And I’ve got 120 cats to back me up.
Let me guess: you’ve got food on the brain this week. Let’s clear up a few things: canned cranberry sauce is superior to Martha Stewart’s finest (bonus points if it retains the can shape); marshmallows have no business bothering sweet potatoes; and whoever invented “frizzled onions” should be tried for war crimes.
First things first: the Ringoes, NJ metropolitan area is not formally having a “cold emergency.” Unlike our very real heat emergency, this one is entirely our invention (and by “our” I mean “mine,” because I am the World’s Biggest Winter Weenie, and I enjoy hiding behind the mantle of “our”). That said, the cats know […]
The clocks are changing. The colors are changing. And you and me and 125 cats…we’re changing, too.
Quite a lot happened this week in history. The Feast Day of St. Francis. The Battle of Largs. The births of Gandhi and Vaclav Havel and Sting. The 14th anniversary of Tabby’s Place.
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.