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My Cats Are In The Trash.

Meet Starla and Buster. Oh, sure. They look sweet. But, as I lay here in the dark and warm cocoon of my bed covers I’m listening to them tear into the small trashcan next to my favorite chair in the living room. Of course, they know they’re not supposed to be in it. If IContinue reading “My Cats Are In The Trash.”

First I have To Find Them – Then I have To Stuff Them In There …

Usually, one of them, Starla, is hiding under the couch (see photo below) not on the floor, but inside the bottom of the couch. They’ve shredded it. Buster likes to play chase with me when I’m ready to get him in the stroller. He doesn’t chase me – he runs away. By the time IContinue reading “First I have To Find Them – Then I have To Stuff Them In There …”