“Hey, Allen and Kiki, This is the holiday season, so let’s talk about food.”
Kiki was there in a flash. “I’d rather eat food than talk about it.”
“Well, I thought it might be interesting to talk about how to make...
“Hi, Allen,” I greeted my sweet furry companion. We’re going to make some easy treats for kitties today, and they are called Tuna Meringue Cookies for Cats.”
“Toona? Really? Kiki, Come here and check this out!” In a flash, Allen’s...
Have you noticed there's a different First Day each day? If you have, the Furkids are impressed and delighted so well done you! (If you hadn't noticed or you've missed some days, you can catch up in the links...
It has been asked why we publish a diary about animals on a political blog. My reasoning is that sometimes I am “up to here” with all the political news, the outrages, the nonsense, the angst and the predictions,...
The Furkids team has been looking forward to the Autumn Equinox because they’ve had quite enough of Summer. They like the idea of cosying up on warm laps and in warm beds, sleeping in and watching the changing outdoor...
This week, I'm sorry to say, some of the furkids had a very sad experience. They felt that the best way to express their melancholy was through music and, as it happened the British group Smokie had recorded a...
“So, what are we going to hear about today?” Kiki was already stretched out on the sofa, looking up at me expectantly.
Hearing her voice, Allen’s head appeared from around the side of the blue chair, from where he had...
The Furkids team promised several of their followers they'd do opera and while this song isn’t from an opera, it is sung by the Three Tenors. (We’re working our way up to opera.)
O Sole Mio is one of the most...
For the Ninth Day, the Furkids chose these gloriously-coloured Golden Bee-eaters. Their native air space covers 11 million square kilometres (over 420 thousand square miles) from Southern Europe to North Africa and Western Asia. In addition to possessing a...
“Hey, Mom,” Allen and Kiki were already pulling down the book from its shelf. “We liked those poems you read to us. You remember, the limericks? Can you read us some more of them, please, please!”
“Come cuddle up here...
