Month: March 2021

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 ...

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...

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...

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...

Dear Diary, It was early afternoon, and I was lying on my belly in my sunny spot playing with my birthday gifts, the oversized mousie and the big blue ball with...

Dear Diary, I laid in the Big Room in my sunny spot playing with the mousie Nurse gave me. I batted it back and for between my paws then bit it, rolled on my ba...

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...

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...

Dear Diary, “Eesa.”, said the Fat One, “Eesa. And that’s Cherokee for cat?”. “Yes.”, replied Little Nurse, “I only know a few words. That is eastern dialect. Th...