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.
It’s like the horrific ending to a preachy sci-fi film… but it seems to be real. Remember the story last week of the dolphins who herded swimmers to protect them from sharks? It seems that now, man has [more...]
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Looking for a good dentist in San Jose? I recommend Patricia Vielbig, off Bascom in Rose Garden. (In that weird little triangle of Naglee, Bascom and Forest, across from Mountain Mike’s pizza.) Love her. And I [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.