Miss Right

He made it clear over the following months that while I was his buddy, she was his "mom."

At Last

It was not the first time the plan to stock the house with live prey was attempted. It was just the ultimate victory of feline cunning and canine persistence winning out over human idiocy. Finally!

Shy, Never!

There was nothing shy about that grey tomcat of mine. If Clancy liked you, he'd let you know at once, and if he didn't like you, he'd let you know at once.

Worms

Clancy was a bloodsport type of cat. If no other cat or dog were available to pick on, he'd pick on me.

CAT

I was at my booth at a boat show in Maryland when another maritime carver came to visit. Lordan was the local "yaahd cavaah," as we'd describe it in New England.

Patience

All was well; it was spring in New England. Patience, abetted by some mumbling and stumbling, helped you get through.

A Bad Drunk

My all too wise Canadian feral cat Clancy saw himself as a tough guy. Nothing much could get the better of the wily Ottawa born roustabout. Weighing in at about twenty pounds, he figured that he could easily punch above his class. He had successfully intimidated burglars, large german shepherds