Charles Darrow was out of work and as poor as a pauper during the depression. Be he kept a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye.
I could hear the wails of Jet (the momma cat) and her five kittens through the front door. I had some “stale” cat food available so I thought I’d put it on a paper plate and slide it out the door.
Fluff-Ums, the cat, is either a pioneer in a new meditation style or simply a “half-bubbleoff-plumb.” We’ve gotten used to her fascination with plastic grocery sacks and finding suspicious tooth-ma
Hangman, our good friend and purveyor of birthday manure, also does a great job as a consultant on home repairs and machine maintenance.
I’ve concluded the birds have it out for me, especially when I’m driving. To my knowledge I haven’t done anything to any birds (lately anyway), so what’s the deal?