by Kittyridge on January 4, 2010

Welcome to Kittyridge, the voice and driving creative force of the Raging Kitty art & design websites.

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New iPod & iPhone WordPress Widgets!

by Kittyridge on March 3, 2011

iPhone WordPress WidgetCheck out the new iPhone and iPod WordPress widgets here! These new WP widgets are not yet available from WordPress.org, but I am submitting them so they should be up there in a week or two.  In the mean time, if you know how to manually install WP plugins, you can download the widget directly and drop it in your wp-content/plugins folder.  Enjoy!

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The Subtle Squirrel

December 13, 2010

A squirrel using it’s skills of covertness to check out a chipmunk’s meal

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A Tale Of Fishicide

April 22, 2010
A Tale Of Fishicide

I’m by no means a hard core environmentalist, PETA enthusiast, or diehard tree-hugger. They all have their place and are important, but all things in balance. Cruelty to animals is horrendous, but I have no problem eating filet mignon, gutting a fish, or steaming lobsters. And I’m especially thankful for those who slaughter livestock, ’cause [...]

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Coming Soon, A Tale Of Fishicide

April 11, 2010

I’ll be posting a story soon —Coming Tomorrow—-on my plight to humanely euthanize my fish after an ich epidemic swept the tank. Lessons learned and the highly effective method I eventually utilized will be discussed. Stay tuned for this harrowing account of “Fear & Loathing In Fish Town”.

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His Eye Is On The Squirrel, But I Still Wish I Could Have Shot It Dead

March 30, 2010
Squirrel being run over, His Eye Is On The Squirrel, But I Still Wish I Could Have Shot It Dead

There in front of my car, as I came to a gentle stop hardly perceivable to my inner ear, I was faced with ultimate mortality in all its heartless, cold, and grim cruelty. An image, a picture of a godless world. Survival of the strongest. No compassion, no security, no redemption was evident in this scene. The deadness and permanence of the long endless winter was upon me. Leafless old limbs seemed to bend over me and my car, threatening to break off and splinter like dry bones, a hale of mortuary winter disease. Even now as I recall it, the image is etched and burned into my mind as clear as the day. Two little paws, straining, grasping, clawing with slow determined patters. Patter… patter… patter… My heart wrenches in my chest, grabbed and torqued like the sudden loosening of a canning lid under a stagnant stalemate but now erupting, overpowering, and excessive force. Its so disturbing it physically hurts. I want to look away or keep driving but I have to watch. Patter… patter… patter…

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