When Jeremy Feist moved in with his partner, he knew he’d have to get used to living with a cat. He just didn’t realize that cats were truly this terrible.
Cat meets me at a coffee shop in New York City's East Village last night looking like a punk rock Tinker Bell. She's wearing a black lace leotard, a stretchy self-made miniskirt and tiny white ballet flats -- the ones I tried to talk her out of months ago.

Jul 3, 2012 at 4:00pm | 934 comments

I went through Cat's bag and all I found was this lousy bag of blood.
body cleanse
A TOTALLY random assortment of things going on since my last post.
Yesterday Cat threatened to refill her Adderall prescription, and guess what, people? I will NOT let this happen.
I didn't hate these girls -- I was obsessed with them, and worse, jealous.
PLUS, I've taken over the office radio; I hope you like TLC.
ballet slippers
I even have a “dangerous pet warning” on my UPS account, because of the time the driver came up to the porch and Loki attempted to attack him through the crack in the window.

Dec 5, 2011 at 5:04pm | 0 comments