#108 – Den Obehagliga

Dear Diary, I peered around from behind the trunk of my maple tree at the big bird feeder on top of the stick a little way from me. Red birds ate the black seed...

#107 – Up High

Dear Diary, It was a lazy afternoon. The pelting rain of the last few days had ended and in its place, beautiful blue skies and sun had settled in. The Fat One ...

#105 – Grounded

Dear Diary, “One hundred and eighty!”, the Fat One furiously yelled as he burst through the back door while I was getting a drink of water, “One hundred and eig...

#102 – Checkups

Dear Diary, With all the excitement of having Momma move in, I’d not patrolled House for incursions for two days! After breakfast this morning, I got back on my...

#99 – Diminished

Dear Diary, It’s been chilly the last few days. And I’m not talking about outside! The Fat One has been chilly towards me since I jumped the porch and ran to Fr...