A Dale Near a Manger

So today I was doing my normal morning walkie through Old City, when I SMELLED SOMETHING. Mama wasn’t sure why I decided to go in a new direction, and quite honestly, neither was I. But I knew that I had to get to the bottom of that smell. So we wandered further up Race Street,…

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My Feline Overlord

Today we got new chairs. They’re old, but they’re pretty cool. I anticipated that Kafka would spend more time on them than I would, but didn’t realize that he was already plotting world domination with his laser eyes from one of them. Note the worried look on my face. I am concerned. Love, Bogart

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Run Wild and Free, Bella

There is a new Airedale-shaped star in the sky. Beautiful Bella has passed away. While I am sad whenever any Airedale leaves us, this one is particularly poignant. Bella is MY MOM. Pretty girl, you will be so missed by your family, and even though we have not seen each other since I was a…

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Spidey-Crow

Nothing says “autumn” like the Spiderman Scarecrow that shows up every year here in Center City. Each year, someone goes to all of the trouble to put this scarecrow up – his wardrobe changes from year to year, but the Spiderman head is a staple. Spidey is a little worse for wear this time around.…

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The Sorta-culturist

Today I got lessons from the one-and-only master of the backyard garden, Grandpa! Nobody, and I mean nobody, grows vegetables and herbs as well as he does. Oh I know that this garden may not look fancy, but what comes out of it is amazing, and I just had to see for myself exactly how…

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New, Tasty Rugs

Earlier this week, we had a poop problem. For unclear reasons, I was experiencing a prolific poop explosion and the kitties followed suit. Mama said it was unpleasant, but really, who was it most unpleasant for? Her (who only had to clean it up), the kitties (who did their business in the tub), or me,…

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Fuzzy Bum

This is what I do each morning after the 5AM walkie. Sit on my stoop, butt on one step, feet on another, and survey my territory. Questionable characters, funky smells, and all. Mama thinks it’s funny – I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Love, Bogart

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Tell Me a Story…

About the time before the humidity came… And remind me again exactly WHY we moved to a place where the heat and humidity make it like living in a sauna?  You know that I won’t let you shave me, so why would you think that this heat would be a good idea?  The Pacific Northwest…

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