by Thomas T. Bombadil | May 27, 2011 | Dahlia Tells All
I’m so sorry I haven’t shared an installation of my memoir yet. I’ve just been so horribly upset that I can hardly think about anything — not even the very important duty of sharing my story with the world. You see … Mama has done...
by Thomas T. Bombadil | May 20, 2011 | Dahlia Tells All
I was pretty worried when I accidentally almost revealed the secret of my opposable thumbs by opening the refrigerator and spreading out a buffet for Siouxsie, Thomas and myself. But fortunately, some amazing things started happening on the farm and Mama got too...
by Thomas T. Bombadil | May 12, 2011 | Dahlia Tells All
Mama had hoped Miss Katrina’s behavior would improve after she got her little talking-to, but alas, that didn’t happen. Sure, Katrina tried to be on her best behavior, but then, well, she just couldn’t help herself and she’d start hissing and spitting and cussing!...
by Thomas T. Bombadil | May 5, 2011 | Dahlia Tells All
After Siouxsie and I settled our little dispute, things got much calmer in our little apartment. With our newfound understanding, it seemed as though our lives were forever changed for the better. But when a white car arrived at the farm in the deep of winter, there...
by Thomas T. Bombadil | Apr 22, 2011 | Dahlia Tells All
At last, it seemed that my ordeal with my spay surgery and the Cone of Shame was over. The fur on my tummy started to grow back, and as a result, those arctic winter drafts weren’t nearly as awful as they had been while I was naked. It was still pretty darn cold in...
by Thomas T. Bombadil | Apr 15, 2011 | Dahlia Tells All
I hope you’ll forgive me for bringing this week’s chapter to you late. It’s just so traumatic … I have all I can do not to break down in hairball-horking, wretched, tearful terror when I think about it. So I’m going to make this as short...