WE WOULD LIKE YOU TO MEET STELLA + JOEY
OTIS JOE & ASHLEY JO
Our director of advertising, Ashley Kristjansson, is a self proclaimed crazy cat lady who once upon a time only had one cat. Luckily for Ashley, and the entire world, that one feline, Otis, used this platform to take us on many indoor kitty adventures and earned himself quite the fan following. Upgrading from one to two cats, Ashley would like to introduce her new furbabies, Stella and Joey, whom are now taking over the monthly Main Street Magazine pet web posts. Readers have been granted one of a kind access to the King and Queen of Ashley’s heart and all of their furbaby adventures. Won’t you join us?
[All cat puns are not our intellectual property and are the sole responsibility of our mother who refuses to let twenty four hours go by without using one. – Stella & Joey]
THE CAT FEED: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF
Purrthdays
Raise your paw if your purrthday is in August!
There are so many August purrthdays in my family, not including my own. Both of my Grandmothers’ purrthdays are back- to-back; August 6th and 7th respectfully. I have a couple Aunts with purrthdays too, and, not to be outdone, my kid sister just turned two years old this past Monday, August 10th.
My parents profess that they’re entering the “terrible two’s” though I’m not sure anything could be worse than my sister’s time spent teething. Poor kid, she’s […]
Dinosaurs
There are many purrks to summer.
Basking in the sun that shines through the window, watching my family play in the kitty pool, and the scent of the furresh outdoors on evfurryones clothes.
Ah! But of course with the good, comes the bad.
My purrents tell folks that I am the very definition of a “scaredy-cat”, and I cannot completely deny this. Especially when it comes to the terrifying summer night thunderstorms. Or has my sister has dubbed them – dinosaurs!
To make matters worse, the rain on our […]
Unpawlievable!
Shortly after last week’s post, the unimaginable, unthinkable, most devastating thing happened.
As I made my daily venture to the fridge and meowed in my usual polite manner in order to obtain my favorite turkey treat, I was instead given — CHICKEN!
Un-paw-lievable!
In all my cat years, this kind of atrocity has nevfurr happened befurr.
You see, because of the paw-demic, my purrents now make the fewest possible trips to the turkey store, and appurrently miscalculated how long they had until more turkey was needed to replenish […]
Snuggle Man
One should never doubt the feline instinct.
Evfurry evening, after my mother has finished her fussy routine of tidying up the house, she attempts to sneak ovfurr to the couch and interrupt my ever-so-peaceful “befurr bed” cat nap in the hopes that I will suddenly become her “snuggle man.” She asks this of me in her obnoxious cat-mom whispurring-style voice as usual.
Admittedly, I feel well, sort of badly about this. Mostly because I used to snuggle with her a lot more in my youth. The truth […]
