I’m snowed in (and cut off from civilization) while writing this. Thank you. Winter Storm Fern. What a name for a storm in the winter. Anyway, while I was outside in this snowy weather feeding my outdoor cat, I saw something that amazed me. I’m walking back and forth on my front porch, making sure to avoid a huge strip of ice on the edge, when I saw something moving through my yard out of the corner of my eye. What would be out and up here in this kind of weather?
My encounters with birds have been few. Except for me saving the birds that have smacked into my windows from my outdoor cat, who probably would have loved to attack them, most of these encounters have not ended well.
Just as a lot of us have pets that we love—I have two dogs and six cats—many of our president’s have also had pets. Not surprisingly, dogs have been the most popular pets, but some presidents have had pets that just about anyone would consider unusual. In this article, you will find out about the pets of President George Washington to the pets of President John Quincy Adams.
I woke up this morning with a mouse in my bed. A mouse isn’t something I want in my bedroom, especially not in my bed. Granted, it was already dead, and that is preferable to it being alive and running around. I’m assuming it was already dead when it ended up under the covers. And at least it wasn’t right next to me. Still, I will be changing my sheets today.
Fossil fuels are fuels (such as coal, oil, or natural gas) formed in the earth from plant or animal remains.
Cats are lovable, playful companions, and they each have their own personality. Cats all have a few things in common though: they are incredibly sneaky, and they like to go places. If given the opportunity, they would all be globe-trotters. Mr. Muffins is a perfect example of this.
It was a dark and stormy night. Those words have taken on new meaning for me after these past few weeks and Hurricane Helene.
Adventure, friendship, bravery, teamwork, and survival: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑒𝑠 has all that and more. Wacky humor also fills the pages of this entertaining story.
The Quinstons and their cat, Silver, have finally settled into their home in Bluffington Hills. They are looking forward to spending their first Christmas in Starport Cove, and Tarsey is excited about putting up her lighted Christmas village. But their Christmas is about to be interrupted by a murder.
How far would you go to prove your friends innocent of murder? Murder just doesn’t happen in the quaint town of Los Robles.
