Category: Guest Posts
Feral Conservatives – Cat Song
Hi. This is Fluffy. The cat. The Food Guy is very busy today and he doesn't have time to do his Song of the Day. But he said that I could write about a song. I didn't know what song to write about, so I asked the Food Guy and he suggested "Cat Song" by Feral...
Fluffy the Idiot Cat Reviews Some Bands from North Carolina
Hi. I’m Fluffy. My friend Milkshake calls me The Idiot Cat. Sometimes I listen to music and then I write about it and The Food Guy puts my writing on the Winternet. The Winternet is like a big litter box. Everybody in the world poops in it and then they all sit around...
Mike Herz and Emily Barnes – Closer to Home
“Each one of the tunes is really special to us like all of you, so thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We hope we’ve made you as happy as the start of this journey has made us.” - Mike and Emily, Closer to Home Listening to the debut album from Closer to Home did...
Lydia Jayne – Christmas Spirit
Hi. I'm Fluffy. My friend Milkshake calls me The Idiot Cat. A long time ago - The Food Guy said it was year before last - I reviewed "Autumn Time," a song by a kitten named Lydia Jayne. I thought it was a good song. Now Lydia Jayne has a new song called "Christmas...
Fluffy the Idiot Cat Reviews Naomi Pop
Hi. I’m Fluffy. The Food Guy that I live with writes this Blog. I’m not sure what a Blog is, but you read it on something called the Internet. The Food Guy does most of his reading on the toilet, so I guess the Internet is like a big toilet where people go to read...
Excerpt from “A Miscellany of Characters That Will Not Appear”
... The pretty girl at the Princeton-Dartmouth rugby game. She wandered up and down behind the crowd that was ranged along the foul line. She seemed to have no date, no particular companion but to be known to everyone. Everyone called her name, everyone was happy to...
Oisin and Malachy – Pup
Welcome back cats, kittens, lovers and other strangers! It’s me again. The cat. The Food Guy and I just returned from Perth! That’s in Australia which is near the bottom of the world! When I first got off the plane I was holding on tight with my claws because I didn’t...
Lydia Jayne – Autumn Time
Hi. I’m Fluffy. My friend Milkshake calls me the Idiot Cat. If you have read this blog before you might have seen some of the reviews that Milkshake has written. Like this one about Newglads or this one about eric+erica. I wanted to write a review, too, so The Food...
eric + erica = Good Music for Cats and People
Welcome back cats, kittens, lovers and other strangers. It’s me again. Milkshake. The cat. Well, it finally happened. The Food Guy put Fluffy and me into our pet carriers, packed us into the back seat of his car, and drove us all from the little town of LaGrange,...
Songs From The Food Guy’s Twitter Followers
Welcome back cats, kittens, lovers and other strangers. It’s me again. The cat. You may have noticed that The Food Guy is not exactly a prolific blogger these days. He’s in one of his moods again. He hasn't been listening to new music. He just sits around and listens...
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The Semi-Pro: The Baseball Life of Walter Ancker (Chapter One)
Chapter 1:The Kid Flinger Walter Ancker, the star pitcher of the Tenafly, N.J., team of the North Jersey league, is the latest kid flinger to be caught in Cornelius McGillicuddy's dragnet. Ancker, who is a Closter, N.J., lad, yesterday signed a two-year contract with...
Aunt Edith’s House
The old woman we called Granny was my great grandmother, and Aunt Edith was her oldest child. Edith was born in Minnesota in 1894, probably near Lower Red Lake or Leech Lake. Granny's husband, Dr. George Davidson, was a physician with the Bureau of Indian Affairs and...
Granny
The old woman we called Granny was my mother’s mother’s mother, my mom’s grandmother and my great grandmother. Granny was born in Giles County, Tennessee, in 1872. She was 91 years old when I entered the first grade and died just five months shy of 100. She had white...
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