Mom has a real OCD purroblem; no, I’m not talking about the obvious obsessive cat disorder. Our house literally looks like no one lives here because Mom is such a neat furreak. She enforces a strict household rule that when you’re done with something, put to back where it belongs, or else it runs the […]
Mom has been watching The Bachelor since the shows inception 20 years ago (sorry fur aging you, ma). She’s purrobably the one who started Bachelor Nation she’s such a fan of the show. By default, purrimarily because I’m the only one who’s willing to watch each season as hopeless romantics take their journey to find […]
We’ve all heard the saying “sharing is caring”. Well, Dad took this quite literally when he came home a couple weeks ago with the common cold, which he promptly gave to Ellie. Poor kid was down and out fur a few days, but then bounced back after sharing the cold with Mom.
Mom sure knows how […]
You’re purrobably wondering why I’m spread eagle. Quite frankly, so am I. I can purromise you I’m not going into purrnography, I’d much rather model my handsome pants!
Ya see, Mom noticed my fur disappearing furrom my belly a couple weeks ago and became instantly paranoid about my balding belly. In true Mom fashion, she has […]
I have a purretty strict diet. Mainly due to my considerly small palette that only consists of turkey, wet food, dry food, pawty-mix, and occasionally a pinch of catnip. Ellie enjoys whipping up some interesting entrées from her kitchen set on a regular basis. So when she invited me to join her for a picnic […]
I always love updating you all, but I’m going to keep this week’s post short and sweet.
Nevfurr have I evfurr understood the point of Valentine’s Day. Shouldn’t you show your love all 365 days of the year? Mom has mastered this concept. She’s constantly telling everyone how much she loves us a […]
Retrieving the mail is a team effort in our household, but Mom is always the one sifting through determining what needs to be addressed (pun intended) and what is deemed as junk mail. Most mail is fur Mom and Dad, occasionally fur Ellie. I almost always nevfurr receive mail; that is, until yesterday.
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I’ve let the cat out of the bag before; Mom snaps 1,473 photos of Ellie and I in the hopes of that one purrfect photo for social media. You’re purrobably wondering what happens to the remaining 1,472 images? They stay on her phone, clogging up her storage. Believe me, I’m just as shocked as […]
Fur rather obvious reasons, I don’t get out much, but that doesn’t stop me furrom keeping in touch with my family across the miles (as my great-grammy would say). Thank goodness fur modern day technology replacing car rides.
Fur those of you who don’t know, my great-grandpurrents live in Vermont, purractically a toy mousy’s […]
As I’ve purrobably hinted at before, Ellie and I have become purretty close. She’s the kid sister I nevfurr knew I needed—there, I said it!
This the blossoming purrother and sister relationship means sharing toasted butter bagels fur breakfast. So why do I get in trouble fur having a little taste? This morning Mom went through […]