Yaaassss. I want an orange cat so bad. I’ve had cats all my life and owned a menagerie at this point (Siamese, black, spotted, a calico, a tortie... currently in possession of a black, white and tan “classic” tabby and a floofy tuxedo cat) but I have never had an orange one.

If you meet one, find out if he has a brother. Mr. Okie is single again.

My thought as well. “Yuck. Those feminists... Always trying to stomp on my pro-rape beliefs!”

She’s amazing. Now she has Boomer the Bengal to deal with, but she handles him with grace and patience.

pronounced pic a nic by Yogi Bear and no one else.

We appreciate your well crafted and thoughtful opinion.

ORANGE CATS ARE THE BEST CATS!

That’s Didga. Her instagram account is awesome.

You are a truth teller.

Bubba needs to rock it out at recess. :)

Oh god I love my grey tabby so much but my next fur baby is definitely going to be an orange one.

Leave me alone, mom! It’s so early. I don’t WANNA go to school.

Agent random cat Bubba is clearly just “chillin” as you say. Bubba is in no way attending classes in order to learn precious human secrets about things like thermodynamics and nuclear fusion in order to construct a power plant for team cat hq. Because that would be totally ridiculous and completely unbelievable.

And why do you even need this enormous umbrella? Rain is water, it’s not going to kill you if it touches you. You’re not the Rock, get ovah yourself.

I think within a certain area umbrellas should be banned altogether. How are there not daily stories of people getting stabbed in the eye in Midtown?!

My peeve is people walking”Melrose Place opening credits” style, i.e., four fucking across.

I feel like someone could win the vote for NYC mayor on a simple “ban stadium umbrellas” platform. Bloomberg was such a dink about his giant sodas. What do I care if you guzzle Diet Coke? I’m more concerned with some dickhead taking out an eyeball with a ginormous golf umbrella.

I was dicking around the Herald Square tables about two weeks ago (time to kill before getting my phone screen replaced at some weird 8th floor place in a nondeescript Midtown building—this is real NYC, transplants, not Carrie Bradshaw drinking cosmos!!) and I was like MY GOD, everything smells like pee! And I was…

It was definitely not my intention to imply that whatever Cara experienced emotionally or physically was somehow easier because of her wealth, and for that I apologize. Money does not protect anyone from trauma, or depression, or just plain disappointment of how awful people can be. The things that happened to her…

I wish they’d done that with the WTC footprints, too.