First Draft

It’s not much of a tower and it’s not all that terrifying but that’s what we call it:

You’ve met my friends Greg and Christy’s cats Harold and Scout in their pre-comedy act days. Harold is the straight man. He’s listening as Scout cracks wise. The script is by their human, Christy.

Dennie the Den of Muses cat has a new friend. She’s a calico torti named Mini. She even has a rapper name, Mini D. Here she be:

It’s time for the latest installment in the continuing saga of Della Street and Paul Drake’s space heater love. It looks they’re doing yoga.

Here’s a picture Dr. A took of Paul Drake on his Gotcha Day: Twelfth Night.

Della and Paul have many boxes to choose from right now.

FYI, Sunday is PD’s gotcha day. He’s a Twelfth Night cat even if he prefers pizza to King Cake.

We spent the night in Red Stick on Christmas Eve and returned home the next afternoon. Della Street was indignant. Paul Drake was pitiful. Some things never change.

We revived PD’s spirits with a new box:

Sometimes Paul Drake gets so close to the space heater that he looks orange. I tried petting him when he was this close: he was too hot to handle. Oy just oy.

Paul Drake had his first encounter with the pervert in the white coat aka our vet. He’s usually a confident cat, Jackson Galaxy would call him a “mojito cat.” He was nervous and none too pleased when the rectal thermometer went in. Who can blame him?

PD got a clean bill of health and weighed in at 16 lbs 6 ounces. He’s a big boy.

Here he is in his carrier:

I hope the post title got your attention. Willie Mac’s nickname was Stretch. Paul Drake knows from stretching too:

Here’s Paul Drake’s bliss face:

Della Street loves cold weather. Why? Space heaters. The other day, she demanded food way too early. I shut her up by turning on the space heater. So it goes.

Even by feline standards, Paul Drake is a creature of habit. This is his latest perch:

I really should not do back-to-back box posts but this picture is impossible to overlook: