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What about the year we were born? Don't you think you're imposing just a bit on our short friendship? Well, OK. It began with a genuinely amative relationship between Mom and Dad. She was a purebred Bengal cat, and he was the neighborhood chief mouser. What can you say? They had chemistry. Not long after, …
OK, as we used to say in the Navy, "Listen up, you swabs!" This is an archive post. My cats Sabrina and Marcus got all upset when they found out that many of you had no idea of how Christmas had started or why cats were so central to it. I admit that until my …
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I wrote this in December of 2021, and it is one of my favorite Christmas tiem posts. I intend to write sequel sometime, but just haven't gotten aroung to it. S here is the original: Arthur was an unsuccessful writer of dramatic tales. His plotlines involved so much obfuscation that you needed a guide to …
Marcus here. Dad is being a dolt again. He caught me playing with the Christmas lights and decided I could be a Christmas ornament. I'm all lit up, Sabrina is snickering at me, Mom thinks it's funny, and Dad is an ass. Help!
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 …
Last year at this point the kittens Marcus and Sabrina were new to our house. The family was learning about them, and they were learning about us. A year after this post was published, lots has changed...and not much of certain things have changed. If you are owned by a cat ( or cats) you …
The question gets asked: What's the coolest thing you've ever found (and kept)? Ahh, there is a story behind that: I was standing with my friends in Ottawa, chilling, talking, and minding my own business. When this little grey fuzzball marches up, climbs onto my shoulders, and claims me as his human. My friends were almost …
The Spare Room Office and Railroad Empire After raking leaves, I decided to have a final and late mug of coffee. My mistake was coming upstairs and into the office. To my right sat the model railroad layout. It is an eight-by-four-footer, with a wing for the harbor and an interchange south to Boston. On …
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Trips out to the wood stacks are a lot heavier recently. Sabrina and Marcus now alternate supervising. Sabrina : this one is no good; let's get more. Now!
Now that the days are getting shorter, the temperatures cooler, and the need to snuggle near the fire greater, we demand more wood in the fire! No more stingy fires! ARF demands more wood! ARF demands more fire! signed, Animals Requiring Fire* *Yes, we cats know that ARF is a terrible acronym. But the dog …
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