Writings by Diane

“Okay Mimosa, what did you do?” Stanley was standing at the garage door in the pantry, talking through the door to Mimosa. “I got up this morning and I heard the Big Guy yelling at you. When I went to see what was going on, I hear you’re in the garage!”                 “I knocked down the Christmas tree,” Mimosa answered.   “Apparently, that is a crime punishable by lock out!”   He was sitting on a blanket on the floor of the garage.                 “That’s not good!” Stanley whistled. “The Big Guy does like Christmas! You must have damaged it a lot.”                 “No, not really!” Mimosa defended himself. “I just thought the ornaments were bright and shiny!   I just had to get up the tree for a closer look!”       ...

“Did you have to bark so loudly at the kids down the block?” Mimosa asked Pepper. The dog was starting her patrol from the front door to the living room. Mimosa was stretched out on the loveseat watching the dog pace back and forth.                 “They were in my range of vision and my Boy was getting on the school bus.” Pepper answered, stopping in front of the orange cat.  “I needed to let them know not to go near him!”                 “These kids were miles away from him!” Mimosa insisted. “You are way over-protective of him!”                 The animals were settling in to their routines after their human family had left for either school or work.  After Pepper paced from the front door, she hopped into the easy chair.  Mimosa was about to begin...

“My pack is gone!” Pepper, the black Labrador Sharpe mixed dog lamented. She was intently staring out of the kitchen window, looking for any sign of the humans that were part of her pack. “Why do they leave?”                 “To get us some food, I would assume!” answered Mimosa, an orange and white  American short haired cat. He stretched lazily from his perch on the pony wall next to the window where Pepper was standing. “Every time they come home, they feed us. “                 “I don’t get why they leave either, Pepper,” Stanley agreed, a grey long haired cat of Maine Coone and Russian Blue mix. He was laying across the kitchen table, the only time he could while the family was out. “Being outside it’s all that great! When I lived outside, it was cold, I was hungry all the time and I was miserable! Then I was brought in by this ...