Gratuitous grateful cat photos #1
This is a marvelously mad mashed week. This is a thoroughly turkified, Tofurkified week. Accordingly, we shall pelt you not with prose, but with Gratuitous Cat Photos(TM).
Geriatric throw-down
That title isn’t exactly accurate. Geriatric throw-downs, plural, endless in plurality, would be more like it.
Volunteer Appreciation Guest Post #3: Sarah
What’s that you say? Volunteer Appreciation Week — and its guest posts from our phenomenal vols — didn’t last long enough for you?
Epilogues: May 2016
Supposedly, it’s March hares that are madder than a hatter. But, ’round here, May is the month of mirthful, mind-splattering madness, courtesy of 100,000,000,000 kittens.*
Epilogues: August 2013
August has left the building. This means it’s time to put away your hot summer fashions, like the classic black knee socks with cargo shorts and Birkenstocks (a look only recommended if you’re a male over age 85 and shaped like Grimace). It also means it’s time for our monthly recap.
The wisdom of the wee
When words are few and hearts raw, God provides. This week, provision came in the form of letters from little people.
Henricum
They say you can’t make everyone like you. They say you can’t like everyone you meet. They say a lot of things. Hank says: bollocks.
Mr. Blue Skies
Ever have a morning when the clock radio wakes you up to MacArthur Park,* the toast is burnt, and you haven’t done laundry in so long you have to wear the emergency backup underwear? Cats don’t. Patrick most assuredly doesn’t.