Someone to Watch Over Me

Me and my mama.  We are an amazing team. We love each other, we respect each other, and damnit, we just really, really like each other. When the world tries to mess with mama, I bare my mighty Dale teeth, and when the world tries to mess with me, mama becomes a tiger.  She’s got…

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Bogart on the Huffington Post

Well, well, well… Bogart on Huffington Post It seems that the lovely folks over at The Huffington Post chose a fine photo of me to illustrate one of their stories – now, it’s a not-so-kind short one complaining about dogs at outdoor restaurants and cafes.  Odd that they would choose a photo of a very-photogenic…

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Jaunty Shadow Dancer

Mama is obsessed with my shadow.  Obsessed, I tell ya! When we happen to be out at just the right time, with just the right light, she goes nuts.  Picture upon picture upon picture.  She’s a little bit crazy (perhaps you already noticed that), but I do indulge her from time to time.  Today is…

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Willie Comes Home

It’s been a tough week around here after losing Willie.  My long-haired orange tabby pal was not just big in stature, but also big in presence.  All of our other kitties seem a little “off” and have basically been grumpy and needy all week.  I too miss him a lot, even though he didn’t like…

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Don’t Forget the…

I have to go to the vet today.  Mama told me that if we remember to keep the morning’s “production”, then I can avoid having a stick up my butt at the vet’s.  I’m all for that, so I convinced mama to do whatever is necessary to remember. This is mama’s daily list of things…

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You Know It’s Cold Outside…

When even the mighty Airedale WANTS to wear his sweatshirt. When posing for majestic photos, even a large, juicy stick cannot contain one’s attention. When the penguin statues begin to appear. That’s right, I said PENGUIN STATUES And when it gets so cold that photos of my adorable butt look like paintings.  Welcome (finally) winter!…

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RIP Sweet Willie

Tonight my kitty brother Willie passed away.  He was here in our apartment, purring and whipping around that extra-furry tail of his, and then we think he had a massive heart attack.  Mama did her very best to hold him and pet him, but in almost an instant, he left us. Willie joined our furry…

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