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…
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…