I have two passions in life: cats and cemeteries. Okay, maybe I have three: cats, cemeteries, and gluten-free baked goods that don’t taste like sand. Of those three passions, the first two are relatively easy to satisfy on vacation. Go to almost any place in the world, and ask the locals, “Where are the cats? […]
Do the math: There are 120 cats and 20 people on this tiny island off the southern coast of Japan.
What cat parents haven’t wondered if their cats will eat them one day? Sure, it’s the stuff of urban legends, but I’ve seen Batman Returns; I know what can happen. Whether I’ve lived alone or with family, roommates, or partners, I’ve often had visions of my sweet little House Carnivore, Brandy, discovering my body long
This picture is like, totally weird, right? Where’s the light dusting of fine hairs? Where are the two glowing little eyes either blinking welcomingly for you to snuggle up with them or sending a warning a glare to STAY AWAY HUMAN DISAPPOINTMENT? Where is the spot where an artistic feline “improved” the look and texture
I’m melting. Summer weather has finally hit Honolulu, and I spend my days in a perpetual cloud of humidity, sweat, and grease. I don’t have air conditioning, so I’ve taken to sitting in my apartment in my underwear, all the blinds closed, drinking gallons of iced tea. My hobbies of late, due to my iced