You’re back in Facebook jail?  Again? Yes, Annabelle, I sighed.  I’m really sorry. Sorry doesn’t help me out!  I cannot access my accounts.  How will “Cats Against Trump” survive without me?  I know his Covid-19 claims are a hoax! Annabelle, I tried to be patient with her, you don’t know that. You wait, Daddy, they … Continue reading 84. SHOPPERS & SHERPAS →

Annabelle!  Missy, you are early.  It isn’t time yet.  I looked at the clock in the kitchen.  5:15, and that meant there was an hour before I gave the kitties their evening treat.  I returned to my book.  I had no sooner settled back into it when Annabelle leaped onto my lap and pushed her … Continue reading 83. ANNABELLE’S NEW FACEBOOK GROUP →

Annabelle opened the door to my apartment. Ta dah! I shouted, and she slammed the door in my face and locked it. Annabelle!  It’s daddy!  Let me in. I need a password, sir.  You don’t look like Daddy! Annabelle, I just got my hair cut!  It’s the first time in seven months. Well, I don’t … Continue reading 82. SHAVE AND A HAIRCUT →

Hey! Annabelle yelled, Down in front! Stella! I called, Missy, you need to move. You’re wasting your breath, Thatch advised. You’re blocking my view! Annabelle called.  Stella! Stella! Move your butt! We had been watching Midsomer Murders, and Stella had become so enamored of the program that she had moved down to the edge of … Continue reading 81. MISS IRENE ADLER, I LOVE YOU! →

Weeping loudly and profusely, I sat in front of the computer screen.  What I had just read was so upsetting that I burst immediately into tears.  From various parts of the apartment three cats came running and gathered at my feet.  Stella flopped onto my foot.  Annabelle immediately jumped onto the table. What happened, Daddy?  … Continue reading 80. LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT DEATH →

Banned?  Again?  What is wrong with you? I looked up from the computer screen.  An angry Annabelle faced me.  She did not look happy. Annabelle, don’t blame me!  It’s those idiot Facebook police, hypocritical asses. What do you mean? They’re deliberately selective on what they claim violates “community standards.” And? They decide what those words … Continue reading 79. THIRTY DAYS IN FACEBOOK JAIL →

My father was born in 1921 in Fallsburg, Kentucky, a small town in Lawrence County, about 40 miles south of the Ohio River.  In the 1950s, when I was a kid, I hated for several reasons the 4-5 hour drive from Middletown to my grandmother’s farm nestled in a holler of the Appalachian Mountains near … Continue reading 78. THATCH’S HIDEAWAY →

It was treat time.  I had just given Annabelle her nightly treat of kibble, Meow Mix, Greenies Hairball Treats, Shrimp Temptations, and Greenies Dental Treats.  It sounds like a lot, but she only picks at it, and Stella and she finish it between midnight and 6:15.  Thatch patiently waited while I prepared Annabelle’s treat.  His … Continue reading 77. UP THE LADDER TO THE ROOF →

There was a crash.  I looked up from the computer.  Who wants to die? I yelled. I looked over the computer to the hall floor where Stella was playing with a can of Fancy Feast.  Annabelle was the problem this morning.  She sat on the dresser next to a drowsyThatch and tossed objects off the … Continue reading 76. FRISKY KITTIES RISK ALL! →

Annabelle jumped onto my computer table and placed a sheet of paper in front of me. Did you write this? she demanded. Well, let me see what it says.  I picked up the paper and read it.  In large bold print it read: DEATH TO PICA CATS! They’re all over the apartment!  She sounded very … Continue reading 75. CATS AND COUSINS →