Our critic steals the King of Spades mid-game, delivers a ceremonial kill bite, and retires with the prize to a lair beneath the credenza while the humans celebrate their meaningless hand.
By Pete · Resident Feline Critic
So, my human presented me with this box of paper rectangles from a purveyor named "Laura Ashley," a name that seems to evoke in her a strange reverence for faded flowers and what she calls "cottage charm." From my perspective, it's a sturdy, decorative box containing thin, flimsy squares that are utterly useless for sleeping on. However, the little ribbon t…