It was the year after Andy and I got married. It was the week before the United States would indulge in an orgy of brunches and flower arrangements.
Mother’s Day was coming at me. Much like a Mack truck. Of manure. Continue reading Many Mothers. No Mom (#131)
When JM and Shamu moved out, little Bat Cat was lonely. I was lonely. I was definitely poorer. We found a new roommate – an actress with a dog.
Bat Cat and I decided being lonely was preferable. Continue reading Commando Cat vs. Owen (#19)