Today I fed cat fish dog feed.

This needed pictures.

Do you see that?

There.

That little yellowish thing

near where that big limb and the trunk join. 

Do you see it now?

It's a dog bone.

In my tree.

Baker has acquired yet another hole in his head. I haven't been counting lives, but I'd say from the way he's been frantically looking over his shoulder, as if the grim reaper of cats were riding his tail, that this is all of number eight. 

There is sleep magic in the paw of a dog, in the tip of his tail.

Mostly, what I like about dogs and cats, is dogs.

Sometimes it's enough to find a smooth stone to put in your pocket. Don't you think?

Do you know this word?
Olykoek?
It's a noun.
It means doughnut.
Sweet. Huh?