<![CDATA[Jezebel: Marley & Me]]> http://cache.jezebel.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/jezebel.com.png <![CDATA[Jezebel: Marley & Me]]> http://jezebel.com/tag/marley & me http://jezebel.com/tag/marley & me <![CDATA[Radiant Jennifer Aniston Incites Tabloid Womb Watch]]>

[Rome, February 27. Image via Getty]

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]]> http://jezebel.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=375131&view=rss&microfeed=true <![CDATA[Toshi & Me: Won't Somebody Buy The Ballad Of My Beloved Cat?]]> I am one of those sick individuals who loves animals more than people. King Kong is my Schindler's List; I routinely stop to coo over creatures I encounter (including squirrels); and I give away more money to animal rights and rescue organizations than I do to Habitat For Humanity and Heifer International, forgetting all the disposable income I spend on designer cat food, toys, and treats for my two great loves, Frog and Toshi. So why am I not rich? I ask this question in light of an email from an astute reader named Elisabeth, who pointed out a story in the latest issue of O: The Oprah Magazine in which writer and chronic depressive (I can relate!) Lauren Slater penned a piece about her dog Lila, who went blind and required $30,000 surgery, which she finally agreed with her husband to pay for by taking on more freelance assignments. What sort of freelance assignments? The best kind: those that involved writing very similar stories in the same month's issue of Self! Says reader Elisabeth: More »
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