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Secret City: Teddy’s Wisdom

In Announcements on June 4, 2016 at 9:26 pm

The Tao of Teddy will be gracing the public once again at the Secret City Festival June 10-11. In potholders. Hey, a cat has to accept whatever publishing opportunities present themselves.



P.S. There’s an adorable picture of Spunk in them potholders, too.


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Kindle Giveaway of “Reflections and Tails”

In Announcements on March 25, 2015 at 11:41 pm

Dear Human Readers,

Reflections and Tails is free for Kindle during March 26-30. Download your copy from Amazon,  then tell your friends. And order me some treats while you’re on there.



Dear Human Readers,

You don’t have to do what Teddy says. She’s not the boss of us.




P.S. Amazon offers a FREE Kindle Reading App for your computer, smartphone, or tablet. So you don’t even need a Kindle device to read a Kindle book! (You do, however, need opposable thumbs. Stupid human-centric world.)

Christmas Climbing

In Light Menu, Original Fiction on January 3, 2010 at 12:23 pm

Mama Kitty was wrong. Toys do grow on trees, they do, they do!

Them kinda trees got bad roots, though.

P.S. Teddy did it, not me.

Saviors of the Orderly

In Light Menu, Original Fiction on November 29, 2009 at 9:07 pm


Mild-mannered kittens by day and relentless superheroes by night, we are Chaos and Entropy (a.k.a. Spunk and Teddy), fighting tidiness wherever we find it.




 Before our Mama Kitty left his world, she told us that in order to survive, we must submit to our keepers, but we must never forget that humans use only 1/10th of their brain potential. We didn’t believe it could be true until we moved to Living Room, full of the stifled destiny of throw rugs and throw pillows folded into neat square blocks and lined  up in a row. We saw a great challenge before us, to transform your dull and orderly world into an ever-changing blanket cascade flowing over a mountain of fluff and upholstery.


But where would we start with a species so uptight that it consumes its food from an organized pile, never even touching it with your marvelous opposable thumbs? Where we come from, in Dumpster, dinner is an experience; it is to be dug into, fought for, and savored. It is a badge of honor to be covered in it, and a sign of respect to be licked clean after it. Now, we’re not saying we don’t enjoy the occasional can of juicy turkey giblets, so we keep it neat so as not to be misconstrued; a cat’s gotta work within the system. But we take liberties with the dry chow and are slowly training our keeper in the fine art of Ping-the-Friskies.


This incremental progress is mildly satisfying, but over the holiday weekend, our greater reason for being came into focus during a marathon of made-for-TV movies. We and our kitten minions must show keepers all over the world the true joy of Christmas. Stacks of catalogs must be toppled and skid upon. Boxes and paper packaging must be rescued from Dumpster even as we were. We will wrestle every wayward sunspot and root out electrical cords and forgotten trinkets from every dark corner and hidey hole where they exist.


We will stimulate that dark 9/10th of your brain and free your orderly neurosis. We will teach you not to ignore even a single loose thread, to appreciate all your treasures. Because, in the wise words of our dear Mama Kitty, dangling ornaments and twinkling lights don’t grow on trees, you know.

Furry Halloween

In Commentary, Light Menu, Original Fiction on October 31, 2009 at 1:16 pm


A Halloween tip from Spunk and Teddy on behalf of our feline brethren:
When trick-or-treating tonight, watch your toes.
We are ferocious.

Ferocious Teddy Bear

 Questionably Ferocious Spunk









Okay, except for Spunk. 


Stay tuned for our future guest blogs…


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