My hairless cat smells like potatoes

This is my cat, Oliver Star. He was named after our favorite cow. True story. No, no — don't adjust your screens. He's a hairless kitty! He's just like regular kitties, except he ain't got no hairz! Oliver's good looks usually garner one of two responses – either "awwww, look at de bebe!!" or "OH MY GOD!!! WHAT IS THAT?!?!?! SEND IT BACK TO HELL!!!!!"

Poor guy. He has feelings, too!


Why fostering animals is worth the emotional pain

Most charities ask that you give up either a little time or a little money to support a worthy cause. But there’s one form of aid you can give that doesn’t really require either of those, at least if you already have a pet. It’s animal fostering, and it is such a roller coaster ride I had to write about our experiences in the hopes of encouraging folks to foster, and to emotionally support those who already do.


Come the revolution: Homesteading as an act of radical resistance

We wanted land. We wanted to grow real food, and raise animals for real milk and real meat and real eggs. We wanted to sit at our dining room table without a goat jumping from chair to chair. I had enough of a background in historic agriculture (to say nothing of a full-time job doing historic agriculture) that I was willing to take the leap out of the suburbs and into hobby farming. My husband quickly jumped onboard. We are the ones who are actively resisting the industrial food systems of the twenty-first century. Are we radicals? Absolutely. Are we rabid? No. We've just simply assessed the way things are going locally, nationally, and globally, and chimed in with Bartleby the Scrivener: We would prefer not to. We are not alone.