We know a guy whose heart is so much bigger than his body, love sticks out his ears. If given the choice between a fifty-cheese taco and one head-bonk from Taco, he would choose the latter. And when he gets a little scared, he doesn’t chicken out. He chickens in.
After five thousand cats, you might think we have run out of “firsts.” But remember: we are dealing with a species of icons and originals. A cat is not “number five” or “number five thousand.” Just take it from the boy who is a value meal unto himself.
Today is Labor Day. You might not think that would mean much to a species who sleeps 18 hours a day and assumes a salary of poultry and homage. But Labor Day means everything to cats.
Early spring is a wriggly thing. It is like a fat neon caterpillar with no symptoms of “butterfly.” It is like the brassy sun that tries too hard and turns into a freeze warning by dusk. It has one paw in the garden of “already,” and one ankle-deep in the slush of “not yet.” In […]
Did you eat local at every farm market? Did you “fweeeee!” around every Ferris wheel? Did you summer your summer to the summaximum?
Farmers have their markets. Carnies have their carousels. And we, we have our kittens by the quintillions.