This one is from 2008. I hope you enjoyed them both.
A Hipster’s Night Before Christmas(2008)
Twas the night before Christmas, and all over the net,
Bloggers were bitching whom Barack chose to vet.
Their stockings were empty, their cupboards were bare;
St....
The Furkids are aghast at the appalling Republican habit of dividing people based on differences. It matters not, they say, what gender, culture, race or species you are, what binds us together is kindness, friendship and love. Today they’ve...
Sour
Greetings of the Day! My name is Allen.
But first, a quick word from Mina...Hi, Folks. Today's Diary is a re-run of my first one. This week has been a mishmash of horribleness, leaving me no time to write anything....
The Furkids love Halloween! Not only do they get to raid the wardrobe department at the Furswood Productions Studios, they then get to dress up and, even more importantly, load up on the treats!
I did manage to dissuade them...
It's good sometimes to stop and smell the roses, or in this case, to take 1:08 and celebrate two bears birthdays at a refuge in New York state. Both of these ursine cuties have birthdays in January -- as...
Furkids are forever creatures so if going to the end of the line means being with you and loving you forever, it’s their song too.
It’s also about not caring what others think because your happiness and your personal style...
The Furkids team has been looking forward to the Autumn Equinox because they’ve had quite enough of Summer. They like the idea of cosying up on warm laps and in warm beds, sleeping in and watching the changing outdoor...
When the world seems as if it should be spelt whirled, like it slipped crosswise and everything is outside in, this is when we need reminding that all furkids and all their devoted servants are special.
We dedicate this song...
The Furkids wanted something special for Mother's Day and not just for mothers. They also wanted a song that would give children the best words to say to their Moms, Mummies, Mamas and Meowmys. There followed the usual cacophony...
“Hey, Mom,” Allen called from his perch high on the cat tree. “Tell me that story again about how I fit in a tiny box” when I was little.”
“Oh, yes,” I replied, remembering the tiny kitten who loved to...
