by Mark O'Brien | Jan 9, 2015
Salem, being the quintessential black cat and all, was convinced that if he hid in this black shelf, snuggled in among Arthur and Andrew’s books, we’d never be able to find him. He gets positively indignant every time we walk by and say hello.
by Mark O'Brien | Dec 19, 2014
Here’s the deal. Pick up that rubber band and shoot it across the room. I’ll scamper after it like a lunatic, pick it up, and bring it back for you to shoot again. I will. Why are you looking at me like that? You don’t think I’m a dog? Okay....
by Mark O'Brien | Dec 5, 2014
Hey! It’s me, Sammy! No! Up here! I’m watching you, ya know. And while we’re on the subject, do you have any treats? I could go for some treats right about now. Got any treats? How ’bout treats? Some treats would sure hit the spot. Any treats...
by Mark O'Brien | Nov 21, 2014
Okay. Lemme see if I got this straight: You made a special trip in here to see me. You expected me to be happy about that. I’m supposed to lavish all kinds of affection on you. And you brought no treats? Are you kidding?
by Mark O'Brien | Nov 14, 2014
Matilda: Do you think Bigfoot is real? Sammy: Some guy in Texas says he has pictures of him. Matilda: Those turned out to be Photoshopped. Sammy: How do you know? Matilda: I studied photo re-touching in Obedience School. Sammy: I thought that was just for sitting and...
