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I've written about my "dont' eat and drive" fruitcake, and Grandma's poppyseed bread. Those are my favorite holiday baking extravaganzas; when I pull out all the stops. But much of my time in the kitchen is spent with mundane items, boiling water for tea, making coffee, or feeding the pets. Truthfully there is an important …
Max is becoming a fashionista. He recently decided to up his sartorial style by adding a small wardrobe of bandannas to his daily apparel. He thinks he looks chic and in style. Every night, we take it off him, and in the morning, he expects to be adorned with one of his selections. His brother …
Don't Do It!!!!!! Look at the wind-up for the shot. Marcus just took a brotherly sniff from Max that he didn't want. "I'll show the big lug! He can't just push me around 'cause I'm smaller!" Don't do it, Marcus! You'll be sorry!
Well, it's true. Max and I are in front of the stove, just waiting for Christmas. Max and I are hoping that shopping for our goodies is complete. We don't want anyone to say we are selfish—quite the opposite. But, supplies of that AI-controlled rabbit and the flapping bird that sings are limited. Sabrina is …
It's been the same every year that I can remember. The protest signs are crudely scrawled with slogans like, " Obligate CarniVvores need REal mEAT" or "DOWn wit HooMan StupiDty." They've adopted flash mob tactics this year and threatened to publicize the entire thing on Facebook, Linked In, Truth Social, and other social media. If you …
Marcus: It's been a hard day. Those birds are so disrespectful. I had to jump at them through the door. Caw, Caw, Caw all afternoon. And then that big one had the nerve to threaten me with something called a Murder of Crows. Max: I know how you feel. I chased them away so the …
The Dog and the cats have often explained it to me: I do not own them; they own me. They love me and appreciate all I do, but I am not in charge.It's the iron fist, or paw, in the velvet glove. Make one bad move at breakfast, serve pate rather than bits in gravy, …
At the outset, we may refer to it as the Royal Morning Festival of Food. It begins with the appeals to Dad from the Hereditary Lord of the Pantry. The grumbles and growls are part of the ritual, as are the pitiful meows of the starving kittens. The Parade to the Kitchen starts as soon …
Sabrina: You'll never hear any tittle-tattle from me about who tried to change the password. I'm not a snitch! You could etch it on a tombstone- I know nothing about it!!!!!🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶. Remember, you didn't hear it from me that it was Max!
Evening meals are like a political convention in our house. The two kittens and the dog gather silently, caucus, and move to wherever you are in the house. They then begin the old floor routine, lying in front of your feet, brushing against you, giving you longing looks. Of course, it's just before five. Where …
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