Another week, another visit to the vet! My frequent-flyer miles are off the chart. What was wrong this time? I couldn’t stop going to the litter box because I felt like I always had to pee.
Continue reading “Name: Biscuit, Condition: Mysterious”Not that it bothers me in the least, but the humans are on the warpath. They’ve taken extreme measures, so that I don’t get to eat as much as I want anymore. This is as good a definition of “crisis” as I can imagine.
Continue reading “Crisis: I Gained a Pound”A depressing reality has dawned on me. I thought I was master of my domain, but recent incursions into my land have thrown back this veil of delusion. It’s time I accept the truth: Mr. Biscuit is just a house cat.
Continue reading “The Loss of My Kingdom”