For reasons that are still unclear to me, Mr. Right-Click worked out some kind of undisclosed trade deal with an acclaimed painter to create a representation of our goddamn cat-coons. Only in Los Angeles would this happen, people. Only in Los Angeles, and only with a dirty rotten cat lover for a husband.
I’m sitting here wondering if I should tell you about what is up in the lives of the cats, or if I should write about myself (again). MEMEMEMEMEME? Or, the cats? I’m going back and forth because, on the one hand I know the cats can be so very boring and tedious to hear about, […]
Not everybody knows that, before we were married, Mr. Right-Click’s online moniker was The Dirty Rotten Cat Lover. This is because my husband is a dirty rotten cat lover and if you know a dirty rotten cat lover, then I don’t care what they’ve told you: they are just not like the rest of us. […]
Remember I told you we were getting a new cat? A cat for the cat? Well, he’s here. Except now his name is Wubbzy, not Chum Chum (it was a decision that came down from Management for reasons that are still unclear). Mini stuck with the name-after-a-cartoon-character idea, but he switched shows. If I have […]
Here’s what happened. A while back, we got Edie, who you will remember is like the cutest cat basically ever in existence, but then Mr. Right-Click got mad at me for suggesting that perhaps she wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Well. Since Coast left, we have been waiting around to find another friend […]
Turns out that Edie is a pretty little nothing of a cat. Well — an evil, pretty nothing. Sometimes I will be dead asleep, and she will attack the balls of my feet with a sharp claw, jolting me awake as if there is some kind of emergency that needs my immediate attention, and then […]
Verizon should be paying me for this product placement.