No Fixed Address
We were lucky to get this apartment. I held out because I had an instinct that we’d get it, against the odds. It’s owned by a short-term rental company whose various units across the city are almost always booked up.
…moving
Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #5
I’ve been busy, dear readers, applying my fur to every square inch of this generously-sized apartment. The carpet is a cat-hair-hiding beige, but there’s also a large, dark rug to roll on. It is my personal goal that eventually each piece of this rented domicile will experience the joy of my spiky hair.
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Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #4
My usual sense of careless joy deteriorated into a sense of ennui the likes of which no feline before me has ever had to endure. But, dear readers, I am nothing if not resilient. Things seemed to improve and my disposition experienced a boost along with them.
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Thanks, Wallaceburg
We lived there for only eight months. Not since the early days in my career have I moved again so quickly. And back then, I had few items of my own. It’s a bigger deal to move these days. When I picked up some boxes, an employee at the store said, “I moved once. Never again”!
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Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #3
There is nothing left in this house except the things that belong to me. My scratching post that looks like a bent toilet brush, my basket of toys and brushes. Best of all, my fuzzy, puffy pouf and of course, my food. I must face the fact that we are camping now. The furniture upon which I leave my fur is now but a memory. These humans cannot be reasoned with. Take note of my facial expression. This air mattress has no give!
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Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #2
My world is upside down, and not just because my belly is in the air in hopes of inspiring a tummy rub. The humans previously referred to as Father and Mother are nearly unrecognizable. They run past me in a blur of cardboard and crumpled paper, muttering to themselves and each other about not forgetting this or that. But the ultimate horror befell me this week. An occurrence so frightening that I dared not even consider its possibility. I will never get over it.
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Miss Sugar’s Moving Diary – Entry #1
My humans have been more active than usual. On more than one tiresome occasion, I’ve been forced to summon them with my loudest wail, to remind them to submit to my whims: brushing, petting, feeding and general adoration.
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Anxiety Be Gone!
Last week was a social butterfly week! It started with my appearance at momonday and then progressed through happy visits and obligations that kept me from getting much done. I paid for it all on Sunday morning.
…Merry Anni-birth-mas!
As we celebrate – in a row – our ninth anniversary, Derek’s birthday and Christmas, I’m bathed in gratitude.
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Thankful Thursday: Handy Hubby
Our new home was built in 1940 and had an addition put on sometime in the 1980s or 90s. When we moved in, we didn’t even consider the narrowness of the main staircase.Â
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A Few of Dad’s Favourite Things
It’s natural to think about those we’ve lost at this time of year. Yesterday, the great Penny Marshall joined the long list of people who left us in 2018. We think of our dear friend Kerry. Mike Cooper’s wonderful wife Debbie. Our warm and lovable colleague, Jodi. And my Dad’s been in my thoughts more than usual, now a year-and-a-half after he died.
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