Summon the cymbals and tympanis of autumn. This, kittens, was The Month. I don’t mean the month in which fall fell into place, although that’s grand. I don’t mean the month in which the universe bestowed us with Snoop Loopz cereal, although that’s transcendent. I don’t mean the month in which Tabby’s Place hosted both […]
It’s August, kittens. August. The month of pterodactyl-sized bugs and Venus-high heat and the first flirtations with fall.
If you’re reading this post, you’re doing July right. Before you can properly celebrate Independence Day, Bastille Day, and Tapioca Pudding Day, you must know how the cats spent all the days of June.
If you read Felis Catus on the regular, you know: we do our Epilogues on the first Friday of the month. That’s Friday as in tomorrow, as in, not today. However, there’s news of Jurassic proportions barreling our way tomorrow. We don’t want to unveil this epic information before it’s officially hatched, though, hence the […]
Here are two pieces of free advice: 1) Don’t bet against old men. 2) Don’t attempt to outrun old cats.
By the time you read this post, nerd prom will be over, the madding crowd will be far away, and a big green chap and his gangsters will be avenging on our behalf.* But much more importantly, things will have happened. They will have happened…because cats made them happen.
For once, I will keep my mouth/keyboard shut, as nothing I could say would add to the perfect tribute below. Thanks to all who have been praying for our old battle ax in his final days. The following was penned by Jonathan, for Nuttin‘s faithful sponsors.
Every once in a while, I get an e-mail that reaches through the computer screen and grabs me by the heart. You know the feeling: a fellow spirit connects over the ether and ”gets it” in a way that takes your breath away and restores your faith in humanity. Dr. L is such a spirit, and […]
May it never be forgotten. And “auld lang syne” and all that good stuff. While we’re at it, let’s take a cup of kindness, too.