. I prepared for my usual morning trip to take the recyclables to the basement, take out the dirty kitty litter, and pick up yesterday’s mail.  Since our building’s postal deliveries arrive any time between 11:00AM and 6:00PM and I’m not up to several trips to the lobby to check on it, I decided it … Continue reading 94. ESCAPE! →

I pushed the bed back into place after making it and looked about the apartment. Annabelle sat in the window reading something.  I knew Stella was napping in the bathroom sink, but Thatch was in neither of his post-breakfast napping spots. Thatch?  Thatcher? I called.  There was no response, so I wandered over to the … Continue reading 93. ANNABELLE’S NINE NINETY-FIVE PLAN →

I am so mad at you, Annabelle raged as soon as I walked in the door.  She was at the computer and there was fire in her eyes. What? I asked.  What did I do? Oh, you know.  It’s that White House recommendation you didn’t do. I wanted that job as White House cat, and … Continue reading 92. A HOUSEHOLD NAME →

On the morning of January 21, I had stepped out to see my barber.  The walk was about a block from my apartment to the shop at 83rd Street, but getting there and back seemed longer than I preferred.  Each trip now took around twenty minutes from the time I locked the apartment door and … Continue reading 91. THE DEMOCATS →

Three cats wearing their “Cats Against Trump” caps glared at me.  I tried to ignore them as I played on the computer, but each time I looked up, they seemed to be a little closer. I turned my eyes back to the YouTube video I was trying to download, when a loud thump on the … Continue reading 90. HIT THE ROAD, JACK! →

The alarm rang at 6:00, and I stumbled out of bed. I grabbed my cane and wandered to the window to open the blinds, but, curiously, no cats ran to help me. Usually Thatch and Stella leap up to the windowsill to let me know how high they want the blinds raised.  Where are those … Continue reading 89. GET IT, GOT IT, AND GOOD! →

Thank God it isn’t raining, I thought as I opened the door to 82nd Street and unfolded my walker.  I had three payments to mail and that meant a walk to the mailbox on the corner of Amsterdam and 82nd Street. It had rained all weekend, and I luckily managed to step out during a … Continue reading 88. CHRISTMAS TREE LANE →

Jeez, this carton is heavy, I thought as I dragged it from the elevator to my apartment.  When I got to the apartment, I stepped inside and left the carton in the hall. It was the Saturday morning before Thanksgiving, and UPS had dropped the carton off around 7:30 on Friday night. I was already … Continue reading 87. MADAME ESMÉ’S THANKSGIVING →

Change the channel! Annabelle commanded. Thatch and I want to watch The Pajama Game! We love Doris Day! Thatch said. I want to see if her part would be good for me, she said. I’m sorry, babies, I told them. Until this election ends, I’m going to force you to watch CNN with me. We'll … Continue reading 86. POST-HALLOWEEN HORRORS →

Change the channel! Annabelle commanded.  We want to watch a Halloween monster movie. She and Thatch wore their Halloween costumes.  Annabelle was a witch with a black cape and hat, and Thatch wore his “Cats Against Trump” shirt and a pair of shorts. Stella looked the same      Those are nice costumes, babies, I said.  Let … Continue reading 85. HALLOWEEN HORRORS →