Other People’s Pets, Reviewed by Carol
Sometimes my Mom makes me hang out with other animals.
Sometimes my Mom makes me hang out with other animals.
For everyone who has a pulse and has met Carol the dog will know that Carol is actually a cat. Here’s why.
someone help!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“I’m a longtime reader who’s ready to play with gender more intentionally in my outfits, but I’m not sure what that looks like. Flannel? Button downs? Dresses? Obviously my first thought for who to look to for inspiration was Carol the dog.”
Here are the chic, homey and stylishly functional home goods I have picked out for Carol to fully outfit her West Hollywood bungalow in preparation for its inevitable Apartment Therapy spotlight.
Why not some Carol?
“At the start of migration season the ruby-throated hummingbird has only one goal in mind – she has to almost double her body weight, in order to survive a treacherous trip across the gulf of Mexico. At the start of migration season, the black-haired filmmaker has but one goal in mind: build a strong enough case to survive the gauntlet of work-visa processing.”
“Identify the following gay looking birds.”
Cat lovers, we’ve got some very exciting news for you.
“Stewie’s full name is Kristen Stewart because, let’s face it, they look exactly alike.”
You need some links and I’ve got some links! SYMBIOTIC AS FUCK, YOU AND ME.
From “death” to “ice cream,” Koko gets to the heart of it all.
When shopping for gifts for your cat-loving friends, it’s best to keep that idea in mind and buy things that not only are for the cat-lover but are also for the cat.
For the first time in recorded history, wild female gorillas were observed engaging in a series of lesbian sex acts including but not limited to “genital rubbing,” “mating calls” and the classic “making out for male attention.”
I turned 30! I climbed a waterfall! I got a chance to feed a miniature pony a carrot but then a turkey stole it and ran away! I met my dead grandmother! Get inside and help me!
On losing a pet, resilience and vulnerability, human frailty and animal intelligence, and everything that goes into saying goodbye.
“A year with a turtle, it seemed to me, was a perfectly acceptable short-term alternative to a cat – mostly because it wouldn’t make me want to scratch my eyes out of my face, but also because my general impression was that turtles are chill and low-maintenance while also being willing to react with affectionate enthusiasm towards their human captors.”
Obviously this plan is excellent and would definitely not end in disaster.
Today, we’re making some motherfucking treats for our motherfucking cats. Or dogs. I love dogs.
Enter at your own risk! Things are about to get adorable.
To prepare you for life on our radical separatist commune, duh.