CUPS 122: Cat Bender

One time I stepped in cat vomit and that was the worst day of my life. The idea that it could possibly be actively running down my back is a thought that I can’t even bare to begin to understand.

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CUPS 121: Trashed House

Sometimes I’ll come home from being out for several hours, and there will be a winter hat on the floor for no reason. I mean, the reason is that my cat has been dragging it around for a while, because he does his own thing while we’re out. But I like to think that cats are going on irresponsible benders while we’re out of the house. Eating entire pizzas, doing cocaine, that kind of stuff. If nothing else, I think that winter hats out of place tell me that’s exactly what’s happening.

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CUPS 59: Haiku

Cats’re just not interested in art unless it’s got a beat and you can dance to it everybody knows that.

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CUPS 48: Cat Café

There’s something refreshing about all-out rejection over fake excuses. I went out on a date with this girl back in college, and while it wasn’t the best date ever, it was fine enough… Fine enough for both parties to at least consider another date a possibility, so I thought. But then the end of the date came and I said something like ‘so let’s do this again’ to which she responded ‘No’. I think more words had to have been said after them, but hell if I remember what happened after that metaphorical bitch slap to my ego. I got over it super quick, though… She could have said something that was more vague and less-to-the-point, but instead she just ripped the band-aid off. Good for you, girl that I don’t remember even at all except for that one little anecdote.

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