Ragdoll Cat (Temporarily)

“Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong … Continue reading Ragdoll Cat (Temporarily)

Bedtime at the Davis Home

I swear I did not plan this, because where cats are involved, no one can plan anything, but-- I had just published the preceding post and turned off my laptop when William walked over and looked at the chair and then looked at me. I spread out his blanket. He jumped up and settled in for the … Continue reading Bedtime at the Davis Home

At Home with the Davis Family

David has a new recliner. I have a new recliner, too, but I am a mean, contemptible battleaxe and I do not share. (I do put a blanket on my chair and tuck William in at night. Ernest won't share David's chair, either.)