Saturday nights at my place are always a blast – me and mama have to come up with ways to amuse ourselves, and you know that means trouble. There’s singing… (she calls it howling along with passing ambulances, I call it singing damnit). And of course, EATING… I raided that crockpot for every last drop…
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor… would you be mine? Could you be mine? I’ve got some awfully cool things in my hood, like Independence Hall… see? Yeah, I don’t think it’s that fascinating either. ONWARD! So mama saw this in the distance and diverted us from our…
The 40-pound bag arrived to much fanfare here at Chez Bogart. Both Bogart and the cats were absolutely FASCINATED by the box. Sniff sniff sniff, scratch scratch scratch. I was just tired from dragging the large package up 3 flights of stairs, and they used my tired-ness to their advantage – while Bogart’s mighty front…
At Chez Bogart, we love us some tubby tabbies. I have three – Kafka, the short-haired orange tiger, Willie, the long-haired ginger lion, and Aeon, the brown and white taberina. While we may say they’re fat – or big boned, or fluffy, or whatever – they basically don’t care about what we think. That’s fine. …
