It’s been a while, so for those who don’t know me, I’m Roxie Dammit – Roxie D. to my fan club. I’m “The Other Cat” who resides in the house. The cat who DOES NOT have a book series named after her, as my little sister, ZuZu has. She’s Mom’s favorite. I’m merely kept around … More Roxie D. On Missing the Last Train to Kingston
Roxie D. here! Winter has arrived in South County. On February 9th we got our first big snow storm and it made me feel happy that I was inside, warm and safe in my new special room. Mom is calling it “her office”, but I know she and Dad spent all that time putting it … More Roxie D. aka The Other Cat and “No ZuZus Allowed!”
It’s me, Roxie. I’ve been left at home on Christmas Eve while the folks are out gallivanting. Lord knows where? Probably following the star to Bethlehem or Las Vegas. Once again, I’m stuck here with ZuZu, the most boring cat in the world. She’s lying around while I’m watching the house. It’s almost Christmas and so far, … More Roxie’s Christmas Eve
Roxie here. I haven’t posted in quite sometime because The Powers That Be (you know who I’m talking about) has been very stingy with the laptop to the point of total self-absorption. She types and types, using up all the charge so, I’ve yet to see one cat video in weeks! And we could have … More Roxie aka The Other Cat – November Sucks!
Mostly true story: Charley and I were sitting in a Dunkin’ Donuts last week and a horse walks up to the Drive-up Window. The waitress looks out, surprised to see him standing there and exclaims, “Hey!” He says, “Yes, please, and could you throw in some extra ketchup?” (Now, I’ll bet you thought she was … More Fall in South County
Hi, it’s Roxie and I’m still here. Now, some of you probably thought I’d died or worse, that I’d run out of things to say. Rest assured, I’m full of things to say. I just haven’t been able to get any computer time around this place. Mom and Dad have been in and out for … More Roxie D. aka “The Other Cat” Feeling the Burn
Newport, Rhode Island is known for its Summer Folk and Jazz Festivals. In the 60’s, I used to cross the Mount Hope Bridge over Narragansett Bay and join lots of other “hippies” who set up on a hill outside the festival fence to listen (for free) to the famous folk singers of the day like … More To Soothe the Savage Beast