Articles by momchick
Our cat is getting old. She has slowed down, finally. She used to be full-tilt hell on get-away-sticks, in the middle of everything. She daily earned her name Frenzy. Now, she is more likely to snooze languidly in the sunshine than to curiously investigate anything that moves. She more...
Today, I looked outside into the screen room/lanai/Florida room thing and observed that the basket that we use to block the pet door was in its usual 'not in use' place, on the step up to the pet door. This was about four o' clock, maybe three thirty.
George came home about five thirty. He...