Five Places Not to Get Stranded

A couple of days ago I was using the garden tractor to mow the west forty. That’s my nickname for the orchard area. Its not really 40 acres – the whole property is just under half an acre – but “mowing the west forty” sounds more impressive than “mowing the orchard” which only has three trees so far. […]

Downstairs Neighbors

Last night, Snowball and her mom and I were having a nice, quiet Friday evening pizza dinner at the Homestead. We were enjoying our customary routine of guessing the puzzles on Wheel of Fortune and looking forward to watching baseball, Royals or Cubs, afterwards. Suddenly there was a knock that sounded just like someone at the front door except it was coming from the floor! […]

I’m Not Happy About This!

A couple days ago the curmudgeon told you all about the move from the Compound to our new life here on the Homestead. He’s wallowing in blissful ignorance thinking my cell mate Roswell the Maine Coon and I are happy here. He thinks just because we have a sun room and an outdoor cage that we have to get to through a tunnel that we are happy kitties. Well I’m here to tell you it’s not so! […]