Carlos Mario Ronaldo - Clan Kilmouski He's an old school cat and I didn't name him and he didn't really have a name, except maybe Fat Tail. Which is not true but I get the point. He might reasonably be... Read more →

It was funny on Friday morning. I mean REALLY funny, right up until it wasn't. He wobbled, he lurched, he fell over, and he got up again. He landed cone side down, muscled himself upright, and picked up his dignity.... Read more →

Pete's been eating again. During the day he samples small craft batches of chunky cat broth. We've finally agreed on a meal delivery system that works for both of us; I slide two tablespoons of bespoke-goo into his cave, he... Read more →

Things got dicey again on Saturday morning and Pete went to ground. Dicey is subjective. This dude has most likely been extremely uncomfortable or in a great deal of pain most or all of his life. Dicey is subjective. This... Read more →

Cats. Nothing but cat posts. Remember in the early days of Facebook For All? Like, 2009-2011, maybe? Suddenly we went from throwing virtual beer at each other (yes, throwing, and also sheep) to the mass manufacturing and posting of the... Read more →