Diary of a Devilcat: I’ll sleep where I damn well want
Says Chenna the devilcat: Capricious. That’s what she called me! Recalcitrant too. Like there are rules I’m supposed to be following. Where, may I ask, does it say I have to sleep in the same place all...
View ArticleDiary of a Devilcat: Canine invasion
Bah! Dog. At least I think it’s a dog. Smelly, yappy, panting thing. Here. In my house. On my couch. Polluting my garden. Drinking my water. EATING MY FOOD. It came on Tuesday. Its name is Buddy. It —...
View ArticleDog and cat shenanigans – dinnertime
7pm. I get up and hover in the kitchen, eye the two sleeping animals (one cat, one dog) on the sofa. Who’s hungry? I say. Two little heads lift, ears twitching, eyes lighting up. Meow, says the...
View ArticleDiary of a Devilcat: One Buddy I do NOT want in my bed
Worst. Week. Ever. Last week, that is. Or, rather, the last three weeks. We were invaded again by a dog. (Buddy — Smelly, yappy, panting thing.) And this time he was not content with stealing my food…...
View ArticleDiary of a devilcat: Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl.
It’s been ages since I got to write a blog post. By the cat gods, Ellen can be so mean. You’ve all missed me, right? But I suppose life has been same old same old… Eat. Sleep. Scratch. Growl. Actually,...
View ArticleDiary of a DevilCat: This is Chenna, signing out
I got a bit of a shock today. Turns out I’m not so indestructible as I liked to believe. Bone marrow cancer. That’s what I’ve got. The prognosis is “guarded” (which means “not good” is a helluva...
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