I finished my dinner, removed the plates, silverware, glass, and napkin from the computer table, and set them on the teacart. I had about twenty minutes before I needed to pick up the cats’ dinner dishes, so I turned back to the computer to see what fresh hell might arrive in an email. Hey! Who … Continue reading 154. MORE T-CARTS AND I-CUES →

After Stella came to live with us in 2019, I realized, with my mobility issues, that I could no longer carry three dishes of cat food to the cats. I needed a cart to help me tote items around the apartment. This led to the Great American Teacart Search. Not all of them were really … Continue reading 153. T-Carts AND I-CUES →

Stella! Annabelle shouted. Stella, get back in here! I looked up from the computer. The apartment door was open and Annabelle stood halfway in the apartment and halfway in the hall. Annabelle! I called. What’s wrong? She’s just in the hall playing. She’ll come back in when she’s tired. Stella! I’m telling you, it’s not … Continue reading 151. IT ISN’T SAFE OUT THERE! →

The “Cats Against Trump” rally was a huge success for the cats and the pigeons. Annabelle, because she is a Manhattan Cat Celebrity, was interviewed by a cat from the Kitty Channel and that made her day. You know, she told us, they could have asked me to speak today. I could have made my … Continue reading 150. I’M A WHAT? →

I closed the emails and went in search of Annabelle. I found her reading her latest Backstage on my worktable. Okay, Annabelle, what do we call this book? Someone's really publishing your book? Seriously? This year. I'm excited. Are you excited? Well . . . yes! I think so. What so you think would be … Continue reading 149. WHAT DO WE CALL IT? →

I was cleaning the litter box in the bathroom when I heard Thatch call, Annabelle! Annabelle! Have you seen my T-shirt? IDK!  Annabelle yelled back at him. IDK? Thatch asked. What does that mean? It means I don’t know! If I can’t find my T-shirt, we can’t go to the rally. LOL! Annabelle responded. It … Continue reading 148. WTH, ANNABELLE? →

I had been to the basement with the garbage and recyclables before I picked up yesterday’s mail and a few packages. As I stuffed four envelopes, a Gramophone magazine, and three packages into my walker’s tote bag, I ran into Diana, my favorite first floor neighbor., We gossiped about things in the building, and she … Continue reading 147. DANCE ON ROUTE 73 →

. Okay, babies, I said as I rose from my computer chair, it’s time for breakfast. Let me feed you. I took my cane from its place at the foot of my bed, put my other hand on the teacart and pushed it toward the kitchen. I stopped to take two cans of Fancy Feast … Continue reading 146. EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL WHERE? →

I finished my 2023 tax work for my accountant with a huge sigh of relief.  To Annabelle’s annoyance, I dumped a pile of empty envelopes and calculator tapes into the wastebasket. With an angry cry she jumped out of the wastebasket, tossing wadded-up paper along with the calculator tapes and envelopes all over the floor. … Continue reading 145. LE FROMAGE C’EST MOI →