The Memory Garden

If I’m not up by 7 in the morning, the bed shakes and a paw rakes my arm. The clock in Peaches’ stomach has gone off, and she is keen to alert me to that fact. If I wake earlier and stretch, or make any sound at all, she’s on me with the paw, and … More The Memory Garden

Biscuit

I don’t like cats. Cats are nasty, petty, self absorbed and murderous. They kill songbirds just for sport and ignore the mice that eat the wires under the hood of my truck. The cat in my lap thinks she’s the queen of the universe. I’m ready to be adored. Nowwww. Nowwww. I like dogs. Dogs … More Biscuit