Epilogues: August 2016
The songwriters of the world can’t quite agree about September. Some want to remember it.* Some are trying to remember it. Some just want to be awakened when it ends. And then there are the cats.
The songwriters of the world can’t quite agree about September. Some want to remember it.* Some are trying to remember it. Some just want to be awakened when it ends. And then there are the cats.
If you have been, say, looking for some hot stuff, baby, this evening; perhaps even looking for some hot stuff, baby, tonight; this July has surely pleased you. The news was incendiary. The temperatures were ghost-peppery. And the cats were sizzling.
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.
His attitude: legendary. His ego: colossal. His kidneys: XXL. And that’s where it all stops being funny.
He was already a living legend for his colossal paws, but now the mighty Milo has a new claim to fame infamy. The big guy with the enormous attitude has been…well, ex-Communi(ty)cated.
It’s always with fear and trembling that we dare to move a new cat into the realm of Her Highness, Pepper. Like us, these new cats seem to realize that our tortie beauty demands deserves her own space. One after the next, Pepper’s former roommates have inexplicably moved out of Jonathan’s Pepper’s office to become Lobby […]