#158 – Devilish
Dear Diary, The Beast That Makes Brown Pee huffed and puffed happily away in the background, filling its glass jug as the Fat One fed us our breakfast wet food....
Dear Diary, The Beast That Makes Brown Pee huffed and puffed happily away in the background, filling its glass jug as the Fat One fed us our breakfast wet food....
Oh! My! Gosh! Living with Bertie and New Momma is SO wonderful I can’t even begin to say how terrific my life is now so everyday we wake up in bed together and ...
Dear Diary, It’s been a fine morning so far, I thought, as Momma and I groomed after breakfast. But the Fat One seems nervous and on edge for some reason. After...
Ed. note: The following story has been fact-checked and where necessary corrected. I woke up to find the love of my life, my mate, Nardeen, standing over me and...
Dear Diary, I was in a small cell stacked on top of other cells along the wall of a large room. In my cell was a small bed, two little silver bowls, and a tiny....
Dear Diary, I sat like a hooman in my sunny spot, intently staring at the white tip of my tail. It flicked back and forth in an insolent, defiant manner, mockin...
Hello, dears! This is more Tiddles’ thing, but I will give it a try. When I was younger, I lived with my hooman female in our cozy home in the country. We were ...
Dear Diary, Momma was feeling devilish. I was standing in the Big Room next to the Fat One’s chair as he expertly scritched the top of my head and under my chin...
Dear Diary, “-nd all year long Sandy Claws and his elves labor in his workshop at the North Pole making toys and gifts. On this special night, he packs his slay...
Dear Diary, It had been a cloudy day. With no sun, Momma and I had spent most of the day hanging out under our Pine Tree. Between playing with the globes hangin...