There’s just one to go, my little goobers. Month, that is. But it may as well be a moment.
We interrupt your regularly-scheduled programming with Breaking News. YOU HIT THE LINDA FUND GOAL.
There’s no beating around this bristly, brutal bush. August 2018 dealt some awfulness in extremis at Tabby’s Place.
2015 has given us many gifts. Princess Bubblegum. Caffeinated peanut butter. Music for cats.
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
They say that, on Christmas Eve at midnight, the animals talk. They also say that putting crunchy peanut butter in someone else’s sandwich is not a war crime. They say that the Elf on the Shelf is not absolutely terrifying. They say a lot of things.
We tell a lot of stories on Felis Catus, but we can’t often tell the whole story. In the epic novel of a cat’s life, I can give you just a page here, an illustration there. Such is the nature of such a blog. At times this may make you feel like you’re watching a […]
Ages of sages haven’t been able to answer this question: why does your eyebrow sometimes twitch? Or, if your name is Sadie Rosenberg,* why does your entire little grey face squiggle with spasms?
Recently a local radio station had a 90s weekend. This simultaneously: 1. made me feel exceedingly old, and; 2. afforded the opportunity to be reminded of Shakespeare-worthy lyrics like “not vicious or malicious/just lovely and delicious.” Which brings me to Queen.