he’ll be selling bridges next

While Westley was *tutored weeks ago, I have stalled and dragged my feet on Buttercup’s surgery. I have an unhealthy fear of anesthesia and I’m terrified that surgery will reveal unseen birth defects. Today was Buttercup’s scheduled appointment and before we knew that the vet was ill and rescheduled us for next week, we had […]

Buttercup & Westley

Six weeks ago, my mother called me during a workday. My mother only calls during work hours if something important is happening. It makes my heart race the same way that calls after midnight do. This call was not an exception to that rule. One of my mother’s co-workers heard noises coming from a kitchen […]

A message from the kittens

Once again, the human with the giant claw hands has failed to properly photograph us. Today, she gave us a bath despite our wails of complaint, fed us our bottles that run out of liquid before we are properly satiated and put us in a laundry basket to fully insult our dignity. We tried valiantly […]

every. single. time.

If we have guests, the children put out the most bleach stained, ragged bath towels that we own. If I ask the children to bring me a ratty, old towel for the bottom of the kittens’ box, they bring me one of the few unstained, intact hem, perfect softness bath towels. This must mean that […]