Author: Tiddles

Dear Diary, I sat at the edge of the porch, looking glumly out into the yard. Momma and the General lay together in front of the porch gate, quietly giggling li...

Dear Diary, The Fat One was in an exceptionally good mood. He said he was “between projects” and was going to enjoy his “downtime”. Whatever that means. But he ...

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Dear Diary, It’s been an exciting past two days. And not in a good way for the Fat One and maybe me. I think I’m in some kind of trouble. But I get ahead of...

Dear Diary, It was morning, and we were just up. Momma and I stood on our hind legs by the counter and meowed as the Fat One prepared Momma’s medicinal treats. ...

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Dear Diary, I woke up as I felt Momma stirring next to me. It was early morning the day after the Fat One had brought her home from her emergency surgery. We we...

Dear Diary, As we lay in bed, the Fat One stirred. I stretched my front legs out, yawned, and tried to pull Momma close to me. But my paws felt only air. I open...

Ed. Note: “Other Voices” are stories written for my monthly Patreon patrons from the viewpoint of other characters. They are published to the genera...

Dear Diary, I lay in bed nestled between the Fat One’s left arm and chest, but I can’t sleep. Momma is very sick, and I am beside myself with worry. And scared....