A litany of love
When we are afraid, may we be turned into love. When we are excruciatingly squirrelly, may we be turned into love. When the urge to dance to Pitbull’s song about coronavirus overcomes us,* may we be turned into love.
Holey week
They say things are getting worse. They say things are going to get better, maybe even better than the “better” they said before. But none of them or us has the final say.
It’s still Friday
“Happy Friday.” It feels almost sacrilegious to say it. But I’m convinced the real sacrilege right now is not to say it.
The Lucinda cha-cha
Call the New York Times. I have a hot news tip. It seems not every day is going to be the same.
Guest post: The Edge
Editor’s note: Welcome to a new week, kittens. I pray and trust you’re finding your way and finding your peace, and I’m grateful you keep finding your way here in these most peculiar days. Today, you are in for a special treat, courtesy of one of the kindest, coolest volunteers you will ever love. Going […]
Love in the time of COVID-19
First things first: nobody knows exactly where this all goes. Not you. Not me. Not even, on this rare occasion, the cats.
Amy’s
If cats could take Buzzfeed quizzes, they wouldn’t. Amy has no need to know which Disney princess she would be, nor whether or not Timothée Chalamet would like her mixtape.
First and last
John Legend songs. Red roses. Abominations committed against marshmallows. It’s Valentine’s Day, with all its mixed feelings. Fortunately, we have Dorito, and Dorito has us.
Gratuitous cat photos: The hopes and fears of all the years
It’s Christmas Day, the heart of Chanukah, and very near to the shortest sliver of the year. 2019 is leaving us, yet not without light.