Her Coat is of the Tabby Kind…
(365 day 4 photo) My sister picked up a little something for us when she was house sitting last week. 2 months old, crying on our porch in the coldest…
Cabin Fever
Oh yeah, we’ve got it.
Non Blood Relatives
Here they are, each in their prime. They’ve been called “the boss”, “thinks he’s people,” and “the [baby] replacement.” But mostly they’re our witnesses. They’ve seen every birth, every blow-up,…
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I Do Not Like the Coat of Shame.
We went to our town’s Christmas parade to see our daughter march and thought I’d try a training technique on Spotticus that the Dog Whisperer sometimes uses. Yeah, I know,…
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A Feral Christmas
He was once an emaciated tom with a huge fluffy head (hence the name “Brain.”) Though he’s not succumbed to my cat whisperings yet, he has started taking his meals…
Moses
My daughter named him. And he was “drawn out” of the litter by my sister just for us. All I have to say is, “Where’s my hat?” and he knows…