I’ve been busy, dear readers, applying my fur to every square inch of this generously-sized apartment. The carpet is a cat-hair-hiding beige, but there’s also a large, dark rug to roll on. It is my personal goal that eventually each piece of this rented domicile will experience the joy of my spiky hair.
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My usual sense of careless joy deteriorated into a sense of ennui the likes of which no feline before me has ever had to endure. But, dear readers, I am nothing if not resilient. Things seemed to improve and my disposition experienced a boost along with them.
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There is nothing left in this house except the things that belong to me. My scratching post that looks like a bent toilet brush, my basket of toys and brushes. Best of all, my fuzzy, puffy pouf and of course, my food. I must face the fact that we are camping now. The furniture upon which I leave my fur is now but a memory. These humans cannot be reasoned with. Take note of my facial expression. This air mattress has no give!
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My world is upside down, and not just because my belly is in the air in hopes of inspiring a tummy rub. The humans previously referred to as Father and Mother are nearly unrecognizable. They run past me in a blur of cardboard and crumpled paper, muttering to themselves and each other about not forgetting this or that. But the ultimate horror befell me this week. An occurrence so frightening that I dared not even consider its possibility. I will never get over it.
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My humans have been more active than usual. On more than one tiresome occasion, I’ve been forced to summon them with my loudest wail, to remind them to submit to my whims: brushing, petting, feeding and general adoration.
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This is not a time to go shopping for house stuff. When we’re about to pack it all up and we don’t even know where we’ll live between homes, adding to the cupboards isn’t advisable. But what about the walls?
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Does it ever feel like the noise is too much? Not the actual noise, the noise made by social media.
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I don’t remember how I came to know about Barn Sanctuary in Chelsea, Michigan, but even though I’m a meat eater, I’m a fan of what they do. When I first followed them on Twitter, their fan base was in the hundreds. Now they’re closing in on 30,000 followers.
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I love small towns! Back when I rode my own motorcycle, Derek and I would pick a town hosting a festival and point in their direction for a weekend excursion. It’s a sweet, simple (but not easy) thing when a community comes together with a common goal.
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Few people I don’t really know have inspired me as much as Melissa Millett has. She’s a dog trainer who has a spark and a drive to create good in the world; good entertainment and good lives for pets.
…Championing a Deaf Dog Read More »
*We don’t know for sure that hell is where the bat was from. But we wanted it the hell out of our bedroom!
…Scrolling through Twitter a few mornings ago, it occurred to me that I no longer have to follow Premier Doug Ford. …
Editing My Own News Read More »
You know the kind of person who can tell you the street names and highlights of towns and cities they’ve visited only once? Well, I’m not one of those people. I have just dug through a mountain of receipts to remember where we have been! Lucky for us, we mainly drove on one road: highway 101 along the Pacific coast, from Washington to California. …
In the Palm of our Hands Read More »
Meet Pickles. Pickles is about to become a famous dog. He’s not just a performer, he’s a bit of a miraculous survivor. …
The Ultimutt Radio Show Read More »
Somehow, I’ve gotten this far in life without realizing that you can buy chicken in a can. I know about the chicken of the sea, but I had no idea that you could buy chicken packed like tuna. I now have three cans in my pantry and one in my belly. …
The Tuna of the Land Read More »
I’ve been taking a harder look at how much garbage we create. I won’t go into my embarrassment about London’s lack of a green bin program again. They say it might be coming. But beyond recycling everything we can (can! see what I did there?) it’s also about reducing the demand for single-use stuff. …
The Swiffer Picker-Upper Read More »
How have we, as a species, not yet come to a consensus about what to eat? …
Where’s the Beef? Read More »
