Let's pretend for a moment that your name is Bartholomew Fredricks the third, and that, for some reason, you've approached me at a metaphorical street corner (or in a metaphorical coffee shop if that's your perogative. Note: location doesn't have to be metaphorical either) about this particular blog. Let's pretend also that you and I had the following conversation:
"Hey, Barty." (You're cool with this awful nickname by the way.)
"I was reading your blog. Where are the damn kittens?"
Disclaimer: This conversation is entirely fictional. Any likeness or similarity it may have to persons living or dead is coincidence.