DID I DO THAT? Oh, boy… Well, papa opened up my blog this morning and all he saw was a whole page of something in another language, I think he said to mama it was gobbledygook, which I had only heard of but NEVER used in my blog, right? Well, maybe once. I think I made a booboo. A lovely...
Read MoreSetting a President
Just putting my feet up after watching an exciting news program. Well, I read things and watch news programs with mama and papa and it appears that there will be more than a few choices in a year or so among those who will run for president. Now, we kitties do not have the burden of trying to figure out who’s...
Read MoreRadical Radishes
Hey, mama, could you call me when those radishes are ready and I’ll snap a photo for you. Slicing those babies was EXHAUSTING… Well, mama has tried out a new recipe for the radishes she adores, you remember, the ones that came up all on their own with NO effort? After having eaten ALL of those, today...
Read MoreLiver-ing On The Edge
(I hope these spots come out!) I have told mama time and again that she must not let me look over her shoulder when SHE is writing something about food, and this time it’s an article about LIVER, which I love! I’ve told her and told her that she can write about cauliflower or carrot purée or...
Read MoreSomething Fishy
Hey, do you think I can catch a salmon with this? Oh, wait a minute–you need a river, right? I do NOT want to get WET! Well, two things: The wild salmon that mama found at the fish market that WE are having for dinner. Our president talking about…er… oranges… We’ll leave that second one up to your imagination as...
Read MoreMews News
Newspaper perusal wears me out! Well, actually, it’s not news about mews, but there are some pretty wonderful anthro items in the papers today. A black, female is Chicago’s new mayor and she has vowed to work with the candidate who lost to her to heal that battered city. I read a couple of newspapers...
Read MoreA Reign Of Rain!
Well, it’s here. Water. COLD water. Rain. COLD rain. Wet. COLD wet, whatever that means. No more mucking around in my mulch or practicing for the Marathon by running the length of the garden several times a day. No more outdoor john. Most anthros seem to be thrilled with not having...
Read MoreWhan that Aprill with his shoures soote…
What’s a shoure soote anyway?* Well, mama is really bad, as in baaaaad…. She sent off a few emails to friends, asking them if they were ready to babysit, because she found she was preggies! Oh, boy, what chaos, and then mama sent immediately a big-lettered email saying APRIL FOOLS!!! Was that baaaaad...
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