I’m pretty sure that there’s a cat, or other animal under our bed. We haven’t had pets for many years now, thanks to my suddenly developing an allergy to pet dander. However, SOMETHING must be living under our bed, because throughout the night I hear (and smell –whew!!) foul things. Frightening things. Things that would make a weaker man whimper.


Mrs. That Dan Guy SWEARS it isn’t her, but I kinda wonder if she’s lying. She sure giggles when these infractions “let loose”. And she often waves the blankets. Frankly, I’m just not buying the animal defence…

Chow for now!!