I’m at The Electrician’s house, growling at the keyboard on his laptop: I miss my MacBook: stupid PC keyboard. I really should have just packed it, weight of my luggage be damned. Anyway, this is a post about everyone’s favorite dumb cat. Saturday night I was a sassy package of Martha Stewart, Betty Crocker, and…
Category: Leroy
Mammal Mondays: Sometimes We Call Him Chuck
I woke up this Saturday to seven puddles of cat vomit. There are days when I think we should have named Leroy Charles, so we could call him Mr. (Up) Chuck, but Charles was the name of one of my grandfathers, so I think that choice of monikers might have gone over poorly with the…