On Friday, September 27, The Atlantic published an article called “The Cat With a Campus Wrapped Around Its Paw.” Amazingly, it was an eight hundred word piece in a national newspaper that someone got paid to write…about Moxie, the cat. I would like to take a moment on this blog, just slightly less disseminated than The Atlantic, to provide an alternative perspective: it’s a fucking cat.
Kenyon is home to a diverse population of cats, many of whom I consider to be good friends of mine. Moxie and I have been very close ever since I rescued her from a tree one snowy night last February. Talulah and I clicked instantly, because real recognizes real. Bam Bam has seen me cry more times than my own father. But however much I try, there are some cats I just haven’t gotten through to.
This brings me to those assholes in the alley behind the bookstore. Continue reading
Cats are a central part of life here at Kenyon. Sometimes it seems like there are hundreds of little yellow or green eyes watching you on your late-night market runs. Other times, they’re nowhere to be found (especially when it’s raining). Some of them are friendly. Some are skittish, some are demons, and some are a mixed bag. Whatever their personalities may be, I think it’s safe to say that this is campus is their home, too. So, we should strive to treat them with kindness and give them the space they deserve! Here’s a guide to the most famous cats on campus (and whether or not they’re approachable). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I’m not an art major; my cat doodles are shitty. Sorry about that.
Meet Sparkles! She’s a shelter cat from the cat café “Eat Purr Love” in Columbus, Ohio. This gal in particular is pending adoption, but if you’re looking for cat companionship, Eat Purr Love is a great place to check out whether you’re looking to adopt, or looking for an hour or two of cat-filled love.
I get it. Sometimes you decide to binge watch the entire fifth season of Mad Men on Netflix, and you can’t finish all 200 pages of the book on mid-19th Century Macedonian political parties you were supposed to read for class. In case this happens, you should have an excuse available just in case hiding in the corner and hoping the professor doesn’t call on you fails. Kenyon-specific excuses are scientifically proven to be 50% more likely to be accepted by professors as a legitimate reason why you didn’t do the work. Below are a few of these reasons. Continue reading
Mid-terms are piling up and fall break is approaching, and as you rush out of Peirce with a to-go cup of mashed potatoes in one hand and a Red Bull in the other, your path to the library is suddenly cut off by a cat. This cat slinks by you and in your sleep-deprived haze you imagine what a life the cat must lead. What elegance it has. Suddenly you realize you always wanted to be a cat, everyone should want to be a cat. But how could you convince your friends that you joined the felines of Gambier?