I'm Monica and I've noticed something. Some of the coolest people I know were the last ones picked for every sports team in grade school. Picked last might feel like a rejection in the moment, but it doesn't mean you're not awesome! Maybe it just means that, instead of playing dodgeball for a living, you're destined to, just to, for example... write cat bios. Anyway, here's the thing: I currently live in a little condo with 4 other cats. And- get this- all four of them have been chosen and are going home this weekend, but I'm not. Not yet,
Are you in a rut? Lonely? Life starting to feel a little tedious? Well, my name is Grande and I've got an offer you'd be a fool to pass up! Maybe your bed is a little too spacious. Maybe you think your mailman seems suspicious (frankly, I agree) and you need someone to keep him at bay. Maybe your walks in the park are too efficient and you wish you had someone to remind you to stop and sniff the roses. Fear not, noble human, because I'm here to tell you the secret to happiness: Introducing THE DOG ®! The Dog's
LLLLLLLLLADIES and GENTLEMEN (and those who don't fit neatly in either one of those categories)... START YOUR ENGINES! My name is Jimi and my motor is pretty much always running. You can feel the low rumble of it when you hold me. You might say I'm a Grand Prrrrix champ. I'm a total showstopper of a cat: 13 lb of long and tall with the kind of soft, luxurious hair that makes people jealous (what's my secret? Cat spit.) and a white-tipped tail. I ooze charisma from every pore. I've got magnetism running through my veins. You know what else I've got running
