The Siamese had finished their three-hour morning nap and had not yet settled down for their four-hour afternoon siesta. It was their Mischief Hour. Yum Yum was batting a pencil she had stolen from th...
Qwilleran, never an early riser by choice, now found himself routed out of bed at dawn when the birds convened for their morning singsong and the Siamese wanted to join them. Koko and Yum Yum would st...
He also entered a bookstore called Books ‘n’ Stuff, that stocked more videos and greeting cards than books. Furthermore, its supermarket lighting and background music discouraged browsing. Qwilleran h...
Amanda raised her glass in a toast. Here’s a wet one to Saint Iris of the Hummocks! Then she winced and scowled at Riker, who had kicked her under the table. Polly raised her glass and quoted from Ham...
Spread the rumor and, before anyone knows, it's a fact
She gazed into space, afflicted by sudden deafness, a common disorder in felines.
Qwilleran’s Siamese cat was a celebrity at the Press Club. Koko’s portrait hung in the lobby along with Pulitzer Prize winners, and he was probably the only cat in the history of journalism who had hi...
Are those cat hairs on your lapel, or have you been dating a blonde with a crew cut?
Qwilleran worked hard and fast at the office that day, while the clerk in the Feature Department intercepted all phone calls and uninvited visitors with the simple explanation that permits no appeal,...
The cranks are always with us, Qwilleran said, hiding behind trees, peeking around corners, going about in disguise, and plotting their selfish little schemes.