Kitten Petters
An offshoot of the Chicago Institute for Advanced Research and Discussion (CIARD) and it's subsidiaries, Kitter Petters is devoted to saving the world, one kitten at a time.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
KITTIES!!!!!!!!
Kitties are cute! there I said it. They are fun to pet. There. there poop smells and makes me crazy but I think their cuteness trumps all. GO KITTENS!
Monday, February 05, 2007
Blog flog blog
Take a beating for the Blogging!!!!!! Kittens are fun to pet... as long as my face doesn't explode
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
saving kittens where there are rats. hoyne st, rosco village, chicago.
this was a catch and release.
we heard him screaming from upstairs next door and after a while decided to investigate. the kitten was stuck in the stairwell.
we had a good band of ferals in our yard. they lived in the garage which they accessed through a cat sized hole (which, ironicly, was probebly started by rats). the garage stunk of dead things and garbage and i imagined the inside as a boneyard for so many pompous and cockey northside rats. we dont have rats in my neighborhood, we have serious cats. for lack of rats they chase squirrels.
the stairwell belonged to some young tough guy cops... they were probably eating the other three (kittens)for dinner when we swooped in for Lil' Malcolm here..
i had a drum set there... third floor.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Horse-shitting-gobbledy-gahwk
So, recently found out where my middle name came from: my great-grandfather Guy McNary Philips. My folks almost named me guy, but since it couldn't possibly be explained to be derived from the yet-to-be-manifested Street Fighter character, they wisely chose to stick with Graham. Now, I don't really know anything about this dude, and he died when my dad was five or six, so he don't know shit, and my grandma died a few years back and I never had occassion to discourse with her on the topic, so we're all fucked in the dark. But, then my dad got a letter in the mail from some old chick from that side of the family, a little remembrance piece from some writing class she took, so i found out this guy (haha) was a deacon in his church, and also a Mason. Fuckin weird...and that's really all I got out of those six paragraphs. Oh, wait, I guess he said "dodurned" a lot as a cuss word. Fuck. I suppose nobody really gives a fuck, but I never got any sort of explanation of my name from my folks, so this sort of piques my interests.