The joke’s on us
Alright, me hearties. Belly up to the bar of joy, because your daily dose of hope is here.
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The joke’s on us
Alright, me hearties. Belly up to the bar of joy, because your daily dose of hope is here.
Party gras
Today marks the eve of Lent, that serious season when folks make a spiritual practice of fasting from such things as injustice and selfishness and chocolate and Facebook. But before all that introspective stuff, folks get fat, Tuesday-style. So, of course, do cats.
Parade of former ferals
October 16th was National Feral Cat Day. October 16th was also Boss’s Day. Coincidence?*
All in this together
At the risk of offending every cat who ever thought he was the sun, I have an announcement to announce. It’s not all about us.
Gratuitous cat photo of the day: LaFawnduh
People with an interest in their own continued survival do not cross LaFawnduh. They do, however, fawn over her. I beseech you, for your own sake: let the fawning commence at once.
Light up the night
August 2012 is a very special month on our planet. We’ve got the Olympics. We’ve got an actual blue moon. (Really.) And, right in Ringoes, NJ,* we’ve got the phenomenon that is Midnight.
Welcome to the jungle
It’s a jungle in here. If you thought Hunterdon County politics were wild, step into Suite B. Or C. Or FIV.
Lucky in love
She‘s a little bit Enya. He‘s a little bit U2. Put ’em together, and you had a sort of saucy limerick. But what happens when you split them apart?