The tails of two kitties, Part 2 - The cheese thief
The title says it all, doesn't it? Take a guess as to which one. Go on, I dare you. Let me lay the scene out for you. Small kitchen in a square shape. Fridge by the entry with rectangle bin in front of it. It's rather close but the fridge door can open sufficiently. There is nowhere else for the bin and whoever designed this kitchen needs to be shot. Butanyway, moving on. The bin sits beside the bench that wraps around in a u shape, the other side of it is the stove. When I'm
Into the unknown
This year is fast becoming something different, things are changing and a lot is going on. For starters, my little monkey came home from school after a particularly bad day and declared that she wanted to be home schooled. I was a little dubious at first, especially considering that she had always liked going to school. No matter how much questioning I did, (concerned about bullying) all that she said was that she didn't like it anymore and her panic attacks were on the rise
The tails of two kitties, Part 1 - The kitten from Hell
I've mentioned previously that I own cats but never really said anything in particular about them. Before we start the tale, I will give you a little history about my life and pets. We've always had cats. We've always had them from kitten age until they died. We never gave any away, always loved them and treated them well. For a while we had two cats, a female and male from the same litter. The female died about two+ years ago and I think that she was around fifteen years old
