Annabelle sneezed. Thatch coughed. I wheezed, and blew my nose. It had been the week from hell. The weather had been so frigid that I finally closed the window I keep open year round because Annabelle, after throwing a huge tantrum about the cold, had a sneezing fit. A day later, Thatch started coughing, and … Continue reading 44. I’M SICK? YOU’RE SICK!
43. PUT IT BACK THE WAY IT WAS!
Well, Annabelle, I told her, this weekend we turn the clocks forward. Don’t forget to remind me. Annabelle looked up from her current issue of Backstage. What did you say? I said that we have a time change this weekend. We lose an hour. She put down her Backstage, jumped down from the cat tree, … Continue reading 43. PUT IT BACK THE WAY IT WAS!
42. MUGGED!: RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
I walked into the apartment, and no cats greeted me. Annabelle! I called. Missy! I’m home. Where’s my little girl? Thatch? Thatcher? Daddy’s home! I removed my coat and hanged it over the back of my computer chair. I expected to look down and see two happy kitties dancing around my feet with their usual … Continue reading 42. MUGGED!: RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
41. FACEBOOK IS DEAD TO ME
Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant. Those things roll off my knife . . . “Give Me the Simple Life” has become Annabelle’s latest song. Thatch and I believe she’s trying to convince us that she’s not the diva we make her out to be. As soon as she begins singing it, Thatch rolls … Continue reading 41. FACEBOOK IS DEAD TO ME
40. TELL IT TO THE JUDGE
I was in a bad mood when I walked in the door. The Lincoln Center library trip with my friend Josh was fun, but it became a futile experience since we learned nothing new about the subject we were researching. I thought, well, at least I can check out a song I need for a … Continue reading 40. TELL IT TO THE JUDGE
39. AND A SINUS THAT’S REALLY A PIP
After wrestling Annabelle to the floor in a desperate attempt to clean her gunk-filled nose with a damp cotton ball, I added insult to injury by another round of wrestling when I tried to force some nose drops for babies into her sinuses. I wrapped her in a towel and she fought her way out … Continue reading 39. AND A SINUS THAT’S REALLY A PIP
37. HERE WE GO A-CAROLING!
Hippity hop hop, hippity hop hop Look at Frosty go! I was awakened by Thatch’s loud singing. Before I could look up from under the blankets, someone stepped on my face as they passed by. Thatch continued his song while Annabelle, wearing an old top hat, cakewalked across my bed, leaped to the computer table, … Continue reading 37. HERE WE GO A-CAROLING!
36. COFFEE, CONTENTMENT, AND LITTER
Annabelle, Thatch, and I lay on my bed. We had just awakened from our late morning-early afternoon nap and we were watching our soaps. There’s so much bad acting on this episode, Annabelle observed. That actress playing the insane mother is working way too hard and going nowhere. You should DVR this so I can … Continue reading 36. COFFEE, CONTENTMENT, AND LITTER
35. THE REAL HOUSECATS OF NEW YORK
I walked into the apartment, set Annabelle’s carrier on my bed, and unzipped the top opening. Annabelle jumped out of the carrier and struck a dramatic pose on my bed. Ta-dah! Here she is, world, she yelled at Thatch, who watched her warily from the cat tree. I’M HOME! Gee but it’s good to be … Continue reading 35. THE REAL HOUSECATS OF NEW YORK
34. DECEMBER SEVEN
Several days ago, Auntie Judy gave Annabelle and Thatch a Donald Trump catnip toy. As soon as I showed it to them, Annabelle examined it closely and said, I’d rather have some Donald Trump clumping litter to really voice my opinion. Watch it, Missy, I said, or you too will end up in Facebook Gaol! Why … Continue reading 34. DECEMBER SEVEN
Annabelle & Thatch 