Fat Cat

Here is a good dose of healthy laughter I hope you will enjoy as much as I did.

Mitch Teemley


Two True Fables: Part One

We didn’t look for cats. They would just show up and say, “I live here now, and you’re going to feed me.” It was a pretty sweet deal, though. They were free, they were cute, and most of them were pretty affectionate.

Except for Fat Cat. Fat Cat avoided us like the mange. But every now and then he would suddenly remember how much he enjoyed being with us.  It was when Mom cooked chicken for dinner.

We ate in the den because we were committed to meeting every evening and spending quality time with…

the TV.

While Mom was loading our dinner plates onto a tea cart, Dad would pull a gateleg table (built by the same people who made medieval drawbridges) out of the closet and drag it over to the viewing area. Then he would lift the Formica flaps and activate the…

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