my interaction with the animal kingdoms
The bird. Just adjacent to the street where the paddle boat, a baby grand, and an elliptical walked into a bar recently, last year while taking the first of the mandatory three trips to the hardware store I have to take while working on any project that requires at least Read more…
I’ve seen a few of them lately and I always read them and comment. I wrote one myself a few years ago and the writing was well received although it was a difficult piece to write – the dead cat post. I remember being surprised at not only the likes Read more…
I met “Little Mike” over carrots a couple weeks ago. And something about this particular horse made my ears perk. He ambled over to the fence-line as soon as he caught sight or smell of our tour group and nibbled carrots out of my hand like they were the best Read more…
Sshhh, Mooie here…I’ve commandeered this iPad. Dale lazily left it laying open so I pawed through the memories area. I noticed it was the one year anniversary of my outside photo shoots so I wanted to share a collage of my indoor modeling work and some poetry I was inspired Read more…
It was just before sunrise when I pushed through my door. Needing to recuperate after the fight, I headed back through my cat-door, to my feral villa in the garage. As I curled into the straw to lick my wounds, I heard that food-lady calling for me, but I was Read more…
Damn… finding fresh meat this time of year is a pain in the ass. Like clockwork, the temps cool, the leaves turn and fall, and then -bam, slim pickings in the meat department. Most the summertime staples disappear and while there is a variation to the winter selections, it’s just Read more…
We all have bad days when we need to lean on a friend, it’s no different for little Holstein looking cats. Just as Mooie and friends were basking in the glow of all the good vibes and love coming in from our recent picture post, things went almost tragically astray Read more…
One Moo’s tracks stretch around the outside, around the outside. Around the outside of our home they stretch like yoga, bringing peace and tranquility to all things that she doesn’t view as prey. There is a tasty same sounding ice cream involving peanut butter cups I savor, but these tracks Read more…
The story you are about to read is true, and no names have been changed to protect the author’s pride. Sunday morning I’m lounging in my boxer shorts in the recliner when I catch a glimpse of something from the corner of my eye. Focusing in, I notice a horribly Read more…