Thanksgiving is one of our nation's most beloved holidays. This is the case for myriad reasons, most of them recognizable. It's an excuse to get together with family and friends to reconnect and to be grateful, at least theoretically, for all of our blessings. It's one of the two holidays each year (along with Christmas) that gets us a second day Read more [...] 
The episode titled "To'Hajiilee" that aired this past Sunday is arguably the greatest episode of the show's run (so far - we don't yet know what's to come); Vince Gilligan even said that he thought of all the show's cliff-hangers, of which there are many, this would be the one about which the audience would be most distraught. He was not wrong. 
I'm sure many of you will fairly accuse me of writing this article as an excuse to talk about 395. You haters are right, but the joke's on you - I've made a 395 reference in every Blogcat I've written for this website. Clearly, I don't need an excuse. 
It has been a while since I have published anything on the site. Sometimes I am simply too busy to sit down and write (especially, as you may have noticed, my articles tend to clock in at least 2,000 words, which is not an insignificant time commitment), and sometimes I am simply not in the mood to write. I find, often, that I cannot force myself 
How much do our interests overlap with yours, our readers? Take the "How Similar Are Your Interests Similar to Bullets' and Josh's?" Trivia Game! If you're interested, post your score out of 50 in the comments below. If not, I hope you get a kick out of some of the pairings anyway. 
We've made it through 12 months. The fact that we've made it this long and are still writing is one thing, but the fact that we've posted something in all 12 of those months gives us a profound sense of pride. It's a cause for celebration, bitches. 
It’s been too long since I've written for Bobcat Territory. This must end.
I haven’t taken a leave of absence for any particular reason, nor have I returned from my unprecedented-in-length hiatus with an epic tale. I have no sweeping saga with which to regale you (we’ll leave that for Bullets’ next Blogcat). Instead, I want to relate 
To those of you whose movement is more informed and deliberate, I issue you this challenge: Go to a supermarket on a busy Saturday, and try to walk around for half an hour without getting run into. I dare you. I double dare you. Because it’s impossible. 
There once was a cactus named Spike.
Spike was born in a magical kingdom known as upstate New York, to a mother and father cactus that both loved him very much.
At age 5, Spike was sent to Kindergarten. While he missed his parents, he was ready for the real world. Spike met lots of new friends, and spent his days coloring and learning his -
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