Muff n’ me

My favorite kitty gets very tense every fall. She paces.She’s jumpy. She’s cranky. And she doesn’t get enough sleep. All because she must remain ever vigilant to the attacking forces. […]

The other day Muffy walked up and rubbed her head against my leg. Since that is a pet merequest, I bent down, balancing on my toes, and did as she asked.

Muffy is our ninja cat. She loves to hide behind our floor length curtains and pounce at our feet or wait to be found. We call “Where’s the kitty? Where is

I’ve been thinking about compassion and caring lately. Some of you know that I was really upset recently. I lost “the family diamond” (Those words should be read with one

There must be something universal about a mother’s voice. I have found that all I have to do is say “MISS Parkinson” in that certain tone of voice and Renee

Someone gave me a book recently. It’s called All I Need to Know I Learned From My Cat, written by an intelligent person, obviously! One of the things learned was:

Darkness reigns. And so does sleep. Suddenly the quiet is rent with the sounds of cat-in-peril. I wake up and rush to the rescue. What I find is a kitty

Muffy knows what is proper. She takes manners very seriously. One such propriety—”a purrson’s presence should be acknowledged.” She expects to be spoken to when she enters a room or

The food is gone again. There’s never enough to last the day. She scratches and scratches for more. Ever hopeful. Usually disappointed. Muffy’s on a diet. We’ve had a number

Garrison Keillor sings a song about a man who does not help his weakened father or his mother in rags or even his sick daughter. They each beg for his