I'm moving my stories to Substack!

The only explanation I can think of is that my Mom, who died in 2011, figured out how to call me via my daughter's phone number.

Hubby walked into the laundry room to find Rufus's wrinkly butt hovering over the dog's water bowl -- PEEING in it. This cannot be normal.

A psychic gave Ru a bigger aura to make him feel like a panther and now he can't fit in his cat bed because he's HUGE

Rufus spent the Thanksgiving holiday perched atop various family and friends. I know that's a cat thing, but Rufus says there's more to it.

Two little Vikings, Dumb-halla and SpazRu the Naked, came marauding in the morning, pillaging and plundering, laying waste to my slumber.

We were all in awe of Masha that summer of 1983 as we watched her build her masterpiece.

My kind and patient friend Julia recklessly offered to stay with Emmie and Rufus. Rufus made her regret that offer. Should he be forgiven?

The origin story of Rufus the naked weirdo cat. Like many fateful and brilliant ideas, it all began at Avery Brewing...

I already retired once. With a big party and a crown and a sash that said "The Queen Has Retired." But it didn't stick. Gotta re-retire now.

"No. We ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY will NOT get a cat." ~My Hubby. Kitty's name is Rufus Roswell Rubey and he is a naked little sphynx prince.

So, I was minding my own business, trying to hide a dick candle in the secret gift cupboard above the refrigerator, when suddenly ...

"Researching” Insta and TikTok for the funniest, wisest, most helpful stuff to share with you caused a 6-mo spinout but lookie what I found!

Can you name a subject on which you could teach a peerless Master Class? Mine is PLAPping. Procrastinating Like a Phucking Pro.