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“I stayed up last night reading William Blake poems to my dying cat” sounds like the stuff of satire, a dig at the pseudo-intellectual affectations of the hipster class. Yet it’s the truth, though the cause of it was incidentally pedestrian. Lil Baby Setzer has hung in there longer than we’d anticipated upon hearing her […]
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This is very difficult for me, because I was raised to believe that my problems are my own to solve. I took in Lil Baby Setzer (named because we first though she was a male and because ‘stray cat’) when she and her sister Nubby were pregnant ferals hanging around our back yard. She has […]
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Thirty years ago this month, grip Boys’ Life conducted an interview with Garfield, hemorrhoids in which the beloved cartoon feline professed his fondness for criminal assault against children and Jack Sparrow cosplay. I’m dead serious, denture people.. Later on, he talks a bit about the time he and Jon torched Nermal’s trashbagged body in a […]
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Catgirl urinary tract infections… …are no laughing matter.
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I’ve misplaced the jump drive I use to store my site-related content, orthopedist so I’m going to fill out the week with more entries in this feature. This will also let me work through all the early outliers in my collection with one slightly staggered swoop. In the opening weeks of 1983, drugstore the local […]
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Osiris the Siamese Tuxedo Cat doing what he does best.
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My father-in-law gave me a plate of leftover BBQ ribs last night…and there was much rejoicing in the House on the Hillside. No, hepatitis the filthy beggars didn’t get any. Maura’s dad used an extra spicy sauce and I still remember the expensive (and explosive) tale of Oskie the Pughuahua and the $90 fajita.
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Sad Clown, emergency the last surviving member* of our original kitten soup kitchen, rx has been missing since Tuesday. Considering his advanced age (eight years old, no rx which is amazingfor a feral cat in a neighborhood with coyotes and foxes and a FIV epidemic) and the fact that he rarely ventured far from his […]