This puts me in mind of the song lyric of Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Then I move on to Jager Frost nipping at your … well, there’s no good way to end that sentence. Or how ’bout this… Read More ›
Jager
That’s his story
And they all smelled really bad, too. Jager! Darn it, doggie, I say. Will you please move your butt? The usual morning rush. I’m just trying to walk to my car and Jager keeps stopping in front of me to lick… Read More ›
Encore Story: A Tale of Two Chickens
I can’t tell if she’s breathing, guys!, says Jager. Hang in there, Food Lady! I know! I’ll give her mouth to mouth. So why didn’t you get the flu shot this year? asks The Husband. I don’t know!, I moan. My raspy voice… Read More ›
The Good Stuff Jar Project
The 2013 Good “Stuff” Jar. Censored for sensitive readers.*You know who you are. Food Lady! Micron yells from the kitchen. Bodine has his litter box feet on the counter again! [random scurrying sounds] And he’s taking a bite out of every apple… Read More ›
There’s snow sense in it
I’ve got my eye on you You will regret this, hooman, says Bodine. You know, cat o’mine, I say. I suppose I will. But it feels good now. So, I continue. You’ll be keeping [snort] an eye on me, right?Oh, purrs Bodine. Count on… Read More ›
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