Monday, October 3, 2011

Winchester Is Moving!

Well, actually The Writer is moving. Her blog has been moved from LiveJournal to WordPress. Check out Under the Honeysuckle Vine!

The Writer will talk about living and working as a Southern writer. And yes, Winchester will continue to make appearances (he still has his respiratory illness).

Join us at:

C'mon over for a glass of sweet tea!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Where is Winchester?

Winchester has asked me to tell all his fans that he is mostly okay--

No, I'm not!

--but he has a chronic respiratory problem that keeps him under the weather. He's very quiet these days.

When I'm not having pill stuffed down my gullet.

You can read more about Winchester here.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Winchester Wins the Lottery

What's all that stuff?

Toys! I found them in The Writer's office. They were in corners and under desks and stuff.

Yeah, The Writer is renovating her office. The whole room is one big mess.

And she's one big grouch.

The Writer is having a hard time working in there. She needs order.

She's not a very good housekeeper. Look at all the loot I found.

You can't play with all those toys at once.

Watch me. First I bat the red ball, then I throw the white mouse down the stairs. Then I drop the green mouse in The Writer's Husband's shoe . . .

Didn't anybody teach you about sharing?

Why should I share? They're mine. Oh, no. Don't give me that sad no-eyed stuffed animal look.

[Ellsworth stares silently.]

All right! You can have this bald mouse. But only for ten minutes and then I want it back.

Never let it be said you aren't the soul of generosity.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Winchester Goes to the Dentist, Part II

You got a reprieve, you lucky cat.

The vet says my allergies are too bad right now.

Yeah, they can't put you to sleep.

Put me to sleep!?! What are you talking about?

Only for a little while--you aren't really going to open wide for the vet-dentist, are you? They have to knock you out. But you'll be better in a little bit and then you'll go back to the dentist.

You big meanie! Trying to scare me when I don't feel good. You ought to be ashamed.

Okay. I'm sorry--

Ah ah ah-chooooooo!

Thanks a lot! Turn your head when you sneeze.


Monday, March 1, 2010

Winchester Goes to the Dentist, Part I

Wiiiiinchesssster! It's tiiiiiime.

No! Nononononononono!

Stop acting like a two-year-old. Everybody has to go to the dentist.

You don't.

I don't even have a mouth, much less teeth. Today won't be so bad. The nice technician lady will draw blood--


--and look at your mouth and tell The Writer how many hundreds and hundreds of dollars it will cost to clean your teeth.

I hope it costs so much The Writer has to sell her car! Take out a second mortgage on the house! And she'll have to wear the same old clothes until they rot and fall off her because she won't be able to afford any more!

And then Wednesday you'll go have your teeth cleaned. Your teeth and gums will feel better and your breath won't knock over Bigfoot like it does now.

Wednesday, huh? Then I have time to run away and find a family that won't insult me.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Where's Winchester?

Winchester, as everyone knows, is not like other cats. Other cats love to get in boxes and grocery bags and hide. They like to sleep in baskets and even fruit bowls.

Not Winchester.

Winchester never, ever, ever hops in a box or a bag or a basket. He's clawstraphobic. When he has to go to the vet, it takes a small army to stuff him in his carrier.

So where is Winchester?

And what is that little black and white thing he dropped in The Writer's magazine basket?

heh-heh-heh. winchester the second.