You may know by now I've adopted a cat. A cute and worthless cat. He's handsome but so far appears to display no talents of any kind aside from being arrogant, sleeping, eating, pooping and arguing with the neighbor cat. No longer.
Going to work as early as I do is bad enough. Getting in your car and noticing two huge bags of trash strewn all over the lawn is just plain, well, gross. Turns out one of the animal-rummaged bags wasn't even ours.
I almost charged a UPS truck (it was brown too, and in my territory). I ran a board meeting at US Bank. I was mobbed by a kindergarten class on the street. This is the true confessions of the Moose. Gripping objects is near impossible, but I managed to wrap my hooves around the St...
When I die and come back as something else, I'm SO coming back as a loved barn cat. Being a barn cat with a real home at your disposal might be the best life of all. This is Huntley Dahmer the cat. He lives in the southern Madison Valley and has the best life of any cat I've ever met.