#94 – Ouch!

Dear Diary, It’s only now that I can tell what happened yesterday. It was an… INTERESTING… day. It was a slow morning. The Fat One fed me and had a ...

#93 – In Trouble

Dear Diary, It had been a glorious day so far. The Fat One got up and fed us our breakfast, and once again we shared our meals. Yum! After breakfast, Bertie and...

#92 – Left Turn

Dear Diary, I awoke nestled in my spot between the Fat One’s right arm and chest. I stretched, yawned and stood up. Bertie was snuggled in between the Fat One’s...

#91 – House Guest

Dear Diary, I was sitting on the kitchen table looking out the window, watching the birds as they flocked to the feeders. The Fat One was in the Big Room, pound...

#88 – Free at last!

Dear Diary, I lay in my sunny spot gloriously displaying my magnificent belly. My back and front legs stretched out as far as they would go; my head thrown back...

#87 – Poly Ticks

Ed. Note: This is not a story about real politics. Nowhere is actual politics discussed. Tiddles overhears a conversation about politics, the details of which a...