Tiny Tales

I heard the chattering, shucking, and tsking sounds. I knew, once again, the guardian of my yard was on high alert. By now, I regarded the squirrel as the sheriff. There is a big, grey and white cat sitting under…

To begin with, I just wasn’t sure how I was going to pull off thanksgiving this year. Or, anything that could be gay and focused on a single day of being up and happy. There was such unhappiness hovering around…