City Conveniences Don’t Belong – ImPort Stanley
An occasional visitor to Port Stanley recently posted on the village Facebook page one simple question: “Can anyone tell me why Port Stanley doesn’t have a Tim Hortons?”
…An occasional visitor to Port Stanley recently posted on the village Facebook page one simple question: “Can anyone tell me why Port Stanley doesn’t have a Tim Hortons?”
…ImPort Stanley is weekly series about life and discoveries by a recent “import” to Port Stanley, ON.
Our little village is showing support for Ukraine. The decal above is on the window of The Harbour Merchant Coffee Company. Around the corner toward Little Beach, Joshua and Company will donate 20% of all sales on Wednesday (March 16) to the Red Cross and its efforts in Ukraine. The Canadian government is matching donations until March 18, so your money doubles.
…Hello my little tinsel chewers! It’s that magical time of the year again, when the Christmas tree is up and there are glittery things all around the house. They make Mother happy and once our festive baubles are up, Father delights in them too.
…Miss Sugar Writes: Keeping the Cat off the Christmas TreeRead More »
Hello my little paw lickers! Welcome to the warmest, softest, and sheddingest corner of the interweb. If you’re wearing black pants, please use the sticky roller by the door so you don’t leave looking like you’ve sprouted whiskers on your thighs.
…It’s the truth, my little plant biters, that some cats are cuddlers and some are not. Some cats like to sleep on your beating heart. Others prefer to keep a tail’s length between you. And I, with one exception, do not like to be picked up.
…Hello my little floor hockey players! There may not be ice on the hardwood and I don’t have skates, but I can still slide around, batting that fuzzy mouse like Auston Matthews!
…Greetings my little high jumpers! Thank you for coming back to my little corner of the interweb. Today, we’ll be discussing cats of all kinds. Kitties, jaguars, tigers, lions, cheetahs and any other creature you could refer to as a cat and not elicit an immediate complaint!
…Hello my little string tuggers! Welcome to another edition of your favourite scribbling feline’s missives. I’m feeling lazy today. That’s how I feel on every day that ends in y.
…Today, my little insect trackers, I have happened upon some famous words from famous people, about cats. I have much to say about what has been said! So the sayers shall have their say, following which I will offer my commentary. Are we clear? Excellent. Let’s begin.
…Today, my little bowl lickers, we’re going to attack a fallacy about our bodies with all the energy of a kitten tackling a dangling feather. I’ve heard the comments. I know you think I’m full-figured. And I suppose it’s true. But you need to know that part of my pleasing shape comes thanks to Mother Nature, not evenings spent gorging on Twinkies.
…Hello my little dust bunny chasers! We continue to settle into our new digs in Port Stanley. And by “we” I obviously mean that my contribution is staying out of the way. Napping in various locales. You know, same old same old.
…Greetings, my little hairball makers, it is I, your fave fabled feline, here to enter-tame you once again!
…It seems that you, my little kibble crunchers, have more questions about the most fantastical and mysterious creature known to earth: the cat. A few friendly felines and their fur-families have sent me their queries, and I am honoured to be their source for pussformation. As I’ve done before, I will endeavour to answer these important inquiries to the best of my ability.
…Greetings my little furniture shredders! So, here we are, past the dog days of summer into the cat days of the season. I prefer to think of every day as cat day.
…Human beans are getting bored with being stuck at home. It feels like it’s been nearly forever since the panda-emic began, and we were all told to stay in our houses and self deprecate. But once again, my attitude is gratitude and I’ll tell you exactly why.
…Never did I imagine I’d attract so much attention by putting paws to a keyboard. Every week, I receive wonderful emails and photos of happy kitties. Fur-fan letters, if you will. It warms the inner recesses of my squishy, feline heart.
…Firstly this week, my furry and furless friends, I must address a perception that a minor few of you have developed about the one I call Mother, my typist, my litterbox sifter and second-favourite human bean.
…Hello there, my cherished can-openers! How is every little thing in your world? Really, I’m only asking out of excessive politeness. You’re here to learn what’s new in my world. And this week, it’s all about my exceedingly generous heart.
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