Well, babies, I asked Annabelle, Thatch and Stella when I finished up the dinner dishes, what hall we do tonight? Halloween is this week, Annabelle stated, so why don’t we spend the week watching scary movies? I have a few suggestions. That scares me, Thatch interrupted. That’s true, Annabelle, I think Abbott and Costello Meet … Continue reading 156. HAUNTED MEMORIES, HAUNTED LIVES
155. ANNABELLE’S COMMERCIAL
Stop looking at that screen and listen up! I looked up from the computer screen. Annabelle looked down at me from behind the computer. What, Missy? I asked her. I was talking to Stella just now, and you are in troble. I am? What did I do? I asked. She told me that while I … Continue reading 155. ANNABELLE’S COMMERCIAL
154. MORE T-CARTS AND I-CUES
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
153. 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
152. MIKE AND ME
You may remember the frightening case of the West 82nd Street Terrorists back in 2022, when persons walking the block between Broadway and Amsterdam were attacked by water balloons. I had promised Detective Kibble that I would keep an eye out for the villains, little suspecting that Annabelle was the chief terrorist. There I … Continue reading 152. MIKE AND ME
151. IT ISN’T SAFE OUT THERE!
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!
150. I’M A WHAT?
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?
149. WHAT DO WE CALL IT?
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?
148. WTH, ANNABELLE?
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?
147. DANCE ON ROUTE 73
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