A couple of weeks ago when we were out of town I checked in with our pet sitter, Jen. It was about two days before we were due home I think. I wanted to see how Mr. G. was doing. Had he been any more social this time I hoped?Continue Reading
Tigger went missing on Friday, August 28. He’s not a lost pet. He knew where home was. He didn’t wander away. He disappeared. Where he went, I have no idea, but I have a few hunches. Ones I’d love to be wrong about. I knew something terrible had happened whenContinue Reading
Just over seven weeks ago we thought we had mere days left with Tabby. That’s the word the doctor had given us. Kidney failure. If we were lucky we’d have one last weekend with her. I struggled to give our dying cat space. Well, turns out she wasn’t ready toContinue Reading
My gut told me something was wrong last night. Harold wasn’t coming in when I called. Even if he’s not ready to come in, he usually at least lets me know he’s heard me by making himself visible. Tigger came in. But then he wanted back out. Then he wasContinue Reading
I was already over the moon to have my story, “Kitty Bites,” included in Chicken Soup for the Soul: My Very Good, Very Bad Cat: 101 Heartwarming Stories about Our Happy, Heroic & Hilarious Pets, but when I got my author copies I was surprised to see something else: royaltiesContinue Reading