Clowder Press, the publishing house just for cats. There are 400 million or so cats in the world, and they own the internet. It’s about time they had their own publisher and here we are. (ICYDK clowder is the collective noun for cats.)
Clowder Press celebrates St Gertrude of Nivelles, whose day it is today. Although dead for about 1365 years, she has only recently (1982) been elected the patron saint of all felines everywhere, regardless of breed or colour. The ultimate cat lady.
Happy Birthday from the Clowder Press to Albert Einstein, 145 today. Deviser of the world's celebrity equation, gifted amateur violinist and companion to his cat Tiger. “There are two means of refuge from the misery of life - music and cats.”
Splashdown into Pisces. A bit late but that's Pisces. Dreamy, moodswinging , lovable, unreliable, slightly confused cats with a serious catnip habit. See more on our blog https://t.co/sgwD0UZzsE
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https://t.co/n1r2zHeedz #Fred Astaire #Dancer#Fred Astaire Solo via @gifkeyboard It's Tuxedo Cat Appreciation Day. Here's Fred Astaire oozing effortless style and skill while wearing a tuxedo. Like you, he makes it look easy. It isn’t. Much appreciated.
It's Aquarius time... cool, enigmatic, mysterious, the kind of cat that stares at invisible aliens and sneers at humans. All cats want to be Aquarius, but few are, for Reasons. Read more on our Clowder blog https://t.co/sgwD0UZzsE
Happy Christmas from the Clowdern Press to all you cats, cat lovers, book readers, cat book readers and ailurophile bibliophiles out there. Ho, ho miaow...
Capricorn cat time. Forget the playful companion. Strictly business here. Withers cat toys at a glance. Always seeks the highest point in a room to show who's boss and supervise workplace discipline. Learn more from Stella Hyde in The Feline Zodiac https://t.co/vRWnTPGbQF.
Happy birthday Mark Twain ( Samuel Langhorne Clemens) btd 1835, creator of immortal American icons, Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, and absolute cat addict. He had at least 32 of them, and when he couldn’t be with his own cats, he rented kittens by the month. Our kind of writer.
@armorcats Maybe because it's cold, or if he isn't ill, maybe he has detected a sadness or something not quite right in you and is offering comfort. My lovely Alf used to do that.