The Memoirs of Harold the Cat

Tuesday. Sorry, journal, neglected you the last few days. Busy with Mouse King shit. Oscar kidnapped another mouse, and Mouse King was besid...

Friday. The Smiths met the Blooms for dinner at the Red Trolley this evening, as they do every Friday. I didn’t tag along. Instead, I met Pi...

Thursday. Molly came over today to practice the Crusell with Roderick. That went well. When they finished she did a little impromptu recital...

Wednesday. Still bummed about Dad’s exit from this mortal coil. Dreamed about him during my morning snooze. I’m walking through tall grass s...

Tuesday. They buried Dad today at the Kitty Rest Haven. I left some catnip on his grave. Mr. Bassett Horne returned for lunch today, without...

Sunday. Still reeling. I thought Dad was going to pull through. Chronic kidney disease. He should have adopted a better household. The Fulbr...

Saturday. I’m numb. All for now.

Friday. Dad crossed the river this morning. I always thought we would have a parting moment. I’d be right there with him, holding his paw wi...

Thursday. There was a break in the rain this morning, so I threaded my way past the puddles to see Dad. Really loopy today. He kept talking ...

Wednesday. Thunderstorms today. Pouring rain. It was so wet outside, I couldn’t go to see Dad. Hope he’s okay. Roderick seems really inspire...

Tuesday. Dad seemed a little better today. Maybe. I’m not sure. It’s hard to tell because the meds make him sleepy most of the time, and loo...

Saturday. Roderick and Molly returned from Lake City on Thursday. The lesson did not go that well. Molly says she played the Diabelli perfe...

Tuesday. Roderick and Molly are off to Lake City. Molly has a master class with some famous pianist, and Roderick’s going along to provide m...

Saturday. Nothing much happened on Thursday and Friday. Visited Dad both days, but he was asleep. Mom said he should rest. I saw him this mo...

Wednesday. Bastille Day. Also Molly Bloom’s birthday. She’s sixteen. This morning I was eating my breakfast -- the usual, raw chicken livers...

Tuesday. Visited Dad today. He seemed a little better. Still loopy from the meds. He kept talking about the time he and Grandpa Ralph went m...

Sunday. Went to see Dad in the morning. He seems a little better. It’s hard to tell. One day he seems fine, the next day he’s out of it. The...

  July 10th, 2006. Four years ago. That’s the day poor Little Willy met his demise. He was just a few days more than eighteen months old. Wi...

No news about Dad today. From the bedroom window this morning I spied Natasha in her garden, reading, and decided to join her. She wore a re...

  The vigil for Dad went well. Mom was there, and Grandma, and quite a few of my half-siblings. I can’t remember all of their names. Several...