Gi…oh-no
Cats, you’re supposed to be better than this. More precisely, you’re supposed to be better than us.
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Gi…oh-no
Cats, you’re supposed to be better than this. More precisely, you’re supposed to be better than us.
Name that diabetic
We would prefer a different game. Give us Boggle, Battleship, or Ticket to Ride. We realize Monopoly is off the table. Olive already owns all the properties, and if you land on Boardwalk, she will bite you. But “Name That Diabetic” is the game we can’t refuse, so we play to win.
We believe Cassandra
In ancient Greece, Cassandra had the gift of prophecy, but the curse that no one would believe her. In modern-day New Jersey, Cassandra has the gift of grief, and the promise that everyone will believe her.
Epilogues: August 2025
Autumn is in the eyes of the beholder. Is it homework, or cardigans with pockets big enough to carry kittens? Is it decay, or farm stands selling warty gourds with googly eyes? Is it the last belch of the year, or a belated beginning?
Epilogues: June 2023
Ask the experts: did we fail or prevail at Tabby’s Place this June? Any month involving the Strawberry Moon would seem a guaranteed success. But the experts are not so sure.
Alumspringa
Kittens are kittens, until they are not. It’s for hard-hitting facts like this that you turn to Felis Catus.
Larger than luck
Trigger warning: Controversy ahead. OK, now that the fearful few have left the room… I do not believe in luck.
Epilogues: February 2016
Strange, sweet little February, we salute you You gave us conversation hearts. (LUV YA. Mean it.) You gave us political heartburn. You gave us Cake by the Ocean.