It’s happened. Rassmussen gone a matter of weeks, and I have become an official cat lady. I didn’t mean to become a cat lady. Mrs. Meadows fell and broke her hip. What could I do? The ice storms have made it nearly impossible to trek back and forth from her house to mine, caring for … Continue reading Here Kitty, Kitty!
After my defunct sleuthing attempt, I felt I needed some me time, so I left Rassmussen a note and went away for a few days. I would have been better off never coming back. Apparently my abrupt departure coincided with a spat between Rassmussen and his new lady friend. Since I wasn’t there to console … Continue reading Chicken with Chickens
I’m not sure, but I can think of no other reason for the drastic and sudden change. Rasmussen’s got a girlfriend! It is as clear as the creases across my forehead. The first sign was when he changed his clothes two days in a row, and he didn’t just grab fresher ones from the dirty … Continue reading Rassmussen’s Got a Girlfriend
To my surprise, Rassmussen has a fan. A real, honest to goodness, flesh and blood fan, who care about him and wants to learn more. When I told Rassmussen, he said, “Get a life!” and stomped off, scratching his butt-cheek. Later, he came walking stiffly back from wherever he disappears, carrying a club in one … Continue reading Chef’s Special
It is a little known fact that gargoyles are not water friendly. In fact, given their druthers, they would never go near a bathtub or a bar of soap. I don’t know if it is a genetic phobia like cats or a throwback to the dark ages when bathing was thought to cause illness. Whatever … Continue reading Give a Gargoyle a Bath
Gargoyles were created to protect people from evil. That is why you so often see old churches and architecture featuring a stone gargoyle looking menacingly out over the street below. Its purpose was clear—prevent evil from harming those inside. Given this one simple fact, how could I have possibly guessed agreeing to babysit one small … Continue reading Rassmussen Babysits
I live with a gargoyle. Yes. It is true, no matter what you may think. His name is Rassmussen, and he is somewhere between two and four hundred years old. He won’t give me an exact age. You see, he is a bit sensitive about his age, but there are signs. Why he once told … Continue reading Age Is Relative