Saturday, December 17, 2011

Hand me the map, Mabel.

This doesn't look like Topeka. I think we may have made a wrong turn somewhere.

Monday, December 12, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

They call me Daddy Leopard.

I'm the baddest cat at preschool
The kids can't get enough
I get to go home with one each week
Such adoration can be tough!

How's that for poetic? Yeah, I'm good.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Go ahead. Call me an alarmist.

It all starts with a handful of leaves. Then two. Then three. Pretty soon I'll be all clogged up and do know what will happen?




You don't believe me? Fine. We'll just wait until the first big rain. Then we'll see who's panicking.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

I sure do love candy canes.

I wonder if Miss C. and Master W. will love the one I drew for them after I got back from my trip to the North Pole last night.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Ummm... Miss C.?

My paper bag doesn't seem to have a seat belt. Do you think I'll be safe sitting here while we drive?

Maybe I should sit with you instead...

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

When I grow up...

I'm going to be just like him.

And I'm going to be the best.

I'm going to be a Volkswagen.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sure, I'd rather be doing inside work.

This street sweeping gig isn't how I envisioned my career.

It pays the bills, though, so who am I to complain?

Friday, October 21, 2011

Ah, another fine meal!

Miss C. is a very accomplished chef, you know. All us town mice really do enjoy having her cater our mouse dinner parties.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Monday, October 17, 2011

There's a secret code hidden in these markings.

I just know there is!

C'mon guys, help me out here. I know I'm not crazy... this means something!


Sunday, October 16, 2011

I can't stand it anymore.

Bath time has become so depressing. All I ever do is sink. I just don't know if I can go on like this.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Thursday, October 6, 2011

You've heard of writer's block?

Well, 'round here they call me "reader's block".

Miss C.'s going through a powerful spell of reader's block right now. Bwahahahaha!

It won't last much longer, though, I'm afraid. Her mama's taking her to the library this week. Boo!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

It's going to be a rough month.

I've only been here a few hours and he's already thrown me once and dropped me twice.

It'll be a miracle if I survive long enough to greet trick-or-treaters on Halloween night.

Friday, September 30, 2011

What are we going to do today, Miss C.?


Awesome! You wouldn't happen to have a pair of gloves in my size, would you?

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Take it back! Take it back!

So I'm not a T-Rex... that doesn't make me a "slowpoke". I could out-run you any day!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

What a beautiful day.

It's been so long since Miss C. last brought me outside with her. I've missed the flowers and the birds and the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze.

I don't want to forget a single moment from our morning together. She's growing up so fast and I miss her when she's in school or off playing with her puppets. She just doesn't seem to need me in the same way anymore.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We're friends, okay?

But just because I'm your friend, doesn't mean you can hug me anytime you want. I've got a reputation to uphold around here.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

"I dare you!", she said.

It seemed like such a good idea at the time. And I just can't back down from a dare...

Now what'll I do?

Friday, September 16, 2011


It's been a while since you've come to my house for a visit. When are you going to bring Miss C. and Master W. over for a play date?

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Kids these days.

They think that just because they use sidewalk chalk that it's not graffiti.

Well it is! Look at me. I've been defaced!

Damn kids...

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Miss C. only selects the finest tools for her "digs".

True, she is only an amateur archeologist. But she does have good taste in tools. After all, she did select me from the pile of more pedestrian plastic shovels and scoops.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Does anybody have a band-aid?

I think I might have broken something the last time Master W. threw me across the patio.