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Don’t be looking for Weetabix here. This ain’t no Frosted Mini-Wheat situation.
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Marmalade laureate
Don’t call it a misspelling. It’s a poet’s prerogative to play with language like a Slinky.
Jagged magic
It’s not just her ear. It’s not just her past. It’s your very heart in the presence of Jaguar. They’re all a little shredded.
The mark of beauty
Marsala means mushrooms. Marsala means wine. Marsala means marvelosity of major proportions.
Candace the grandest
All cats are great. All cats are good. Comparison is the thief of joy. But sometimes, dangit, there truly can only be one.
Collecting fellas
It is universally known that Max was a king among cats. So it’s only right that it takes a full battalion of “normal” felines to replace him.
Marshmallowy Peep
Oh, kittens. This time the words have finally failed me. I am besotted. I am befuddled. I am totalement tongue-tied.
Captain Morelli’s mandolin
Let’s get this out of the way. I realize “Captain Corelli’s Mandolin” is universally considered a terrible movie. You realize this. Morelli Rosenberg (more on him in a moment) realizes this. Unlike the rest of you with your sophisticated tastes, I do not care. I am among the proud, lonely 28% who gave it two […]
Sadie’s day
Take one melon-round head. Plunk it onto a plug of a neck; attach a body shaped like a sausage (more accurately, a “saw-seech,” per my grandmother). Pin on four stubby legs. Expand belly repeatedly. Congratulations: you have built yourself one Sadie.