Why, when I get home, does Squeaker sat and stare at me for at least half an hour? Is he wondering who I am? Or is he trying to freak me out?

Maybe he is the one responsible for the clock radio shenanigans.
Why, when I get home, does Squeaker sat and stare at me for at least half an hour? Is he wondering who I am? Or is he trying to freak me out?

Maybe he is the one responsible for the clock radio shenanigans.
One year ago, Glenn came home from a trip to the WGI nationals – a reunion of sorts with his old life. He was subdued when he returned, I had missed him for that short time he was gone and was a little worried. I [more...]
Yes, I’m still crowing — and complaining — about weight loss. I feel really good about the fact that my clothes are starting to get too big, but there’s one part of me that, oddly, I wish would [more...]
Sometimes I get worked up about things that a normal human being would have no qualms about. Tonight, it was ants. I went down to the kitchen and discovered that there were ants crawling on my counter, in the sink, and [more...]
In the cat world when one partner leaves for the day its expected to bring home the days kill.
He is wondering why you never catch anything, except those days you “hunt” at the store.
Keep a bag of cat treats in your car and when your walk in the door toss him a treat, he’ll be happy to see you arrive every day and he’ll bask in the joy that his partner is an excellent hunter and never comes home empty handed.