#129 – Under

Dear Diary, Momma and I sat in our sunny spot getting our dose of vitamin Sun. The Fat One had dressed in his “going out” clothes and left earlier wearing his m...

#126 – Finally!

Dear Diary, The Fat One woke up very cheerful this morning; declaring how good he slept. He got out of bed and stood looking at us. “What a beautiful clowder of...

#125 – Full House

Dear Diary, It was a lazy day. Momma was lying on her belly in the Fat One’s lap with her hind legs and tail hanging over his left leg and her front legs hangin...

#122 – Roommate

Dear Diary, I sat on the floor in the middle of the Big Room staring at my left back leg with its blue wrapping that holds the sticks that won’t let me move my ...

#121 – Shhtoing!

Dear Diary, I fear I am descending into madness. A tuft of fur on my left side is sticking up and no matter how much I groom it, it refuses to lie down. I lick....