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A chilly day in front of the wood stove notheing to do but to groom myself in leisure on Great Gran MaMa's Afghan. Such wonderful luxuries...oh waiter? Some catnip and a tray of treats please!
While Sabrina loves cuddling, actively chatting with you, and giving you an earful on how she feels about things, Marcus is the strong silent type. If he talks, you better listen, he isn't about to repeat himself - you should have paid attention the first time. Marcus like to lie on the window shelf alongside …
The cats watch Animal Planet on the large screen downstairs. I assume that if you are a cat, there is nothing like watching your large cousins take down large prey in a grudge match.
Quiet as a mouse doesn't work around here.
It's a sad story. Not long after we arrived at our new Palace, we saw Father making something in the kitchen. It smelled enchanting and reminded my brother Marcus and me of when we were tiny kittens and regularly drank warm milk. That, of course, was before the evil cat enslaver dumped us at the …
I wrote a series of stories a few years ago based on some of my experiences, and people I had known while living in Coastal Maine. While the intimate detrails were contrived, most was copied from real experiences. this particular story is about a boatyard cat, and the events happened pretty much as I described …
Welcome to Colonel Clancy's Finest Kind Catnip Emporium. We are the compounders of Col. Clancy's Eve of Destruction Blend, Grey Menace Special Reserve, and the more delicate Lost Weekend Catnip Blend. Our products are pure nip and nothing but the nip. Grown on the rocky soil of New England from the best native …
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This happened one muggy day in July…a long time ago. Clancy was a bloodsport type of cat. If no other cat or dog were available to pick on, he'd pick on me. He eventually ran out of cats to fight because other rough cats he met would either start staying clear of him or team …
Our pets, Marcus, Sabrina, and Max, are the "babies" who reside at our house. Our grandson visits, but the pets are the kids who call our house home. Christmas is almost as big a deal for them as it was for our four kids growing up. They poke and prod packages, sniff suspiciously at things, …
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