Sometimes I hear unexpected sounds and then I realize, the cat walked on the clock radio at bedside.
I hope.
Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Sometimes I hear unexpected sounds and then I realize, the cat walked on the clock radio at bedside.
I hope.
“Where IS the TV remote?” Paul asked, looking around.
The cat shifted, then decided the slight discomfort was worth the amusement value of keeping it concealed by lying on it a little longer.
My cat has his head cuddled into my toes and his paw hooked over my foot. We’re holding paws, sort of.
OK, what deity do I need to sacrifice what kind of animal to, to bring on spring and warm weather?
Asking for a friend.
I think I’m gong to start doing this at home before I start doing it in restaurants.
I talked with my cats, and they assure me that Mice-A-Roni is absolutely a thing, and they want me to buy them some.
Somewhere in my house is the other half of a purple felt-tip pen. Nothing as simple as I have the cap and not the body, or vice versa. No, this one was broken in half. I am looking for a suspect with purple teeth or purple paws. He should be considered armed and colorful.
I know exactly where to find the other half of my broken purple felt-tip pen, if I think about it a little bit. Where would be the worst possible place to have a massive purple stain? Start looking there.
Sea wolf.
Sea wolf swim.
Swim, wolf, swim.
Photo of B.C. sea wolf honoured by National Geographic
Three of my five cats agree that this is a good day to huddle up together in a large pile of cat.
Sometimes my definition of cleaning is restoring a scattered pile of stuff back to being an orderly pile, so the cats can knock it over again when I’m not looking.