5 Kids, 1 Wife (and 1 Grandchild)

  When Terry and I were first married in 1992, one of the upstairs rooms in our house was designated "the computer room," but it w...

I became a cat person only because I married a cat person. Having grown up with dogs, I didn't know much about caring for felines until ...

  That's Cheddar soaking up some sun near our front door. For many years we owned five cats. This was just how it was, and I spent the f...

We have a family text group that includes all seven of us plus two significant others (Mark and Lyndsey). It is active almost every day and ...

  (1) The little guy pictured above was somewhere in the house when our cat Ginny caught him. This was unusual in that, when we’ve had mice ...

  We have five cats, and I suppose I am more involved in their care and maintenance than anyone else in the family. It just sort of happened...

We have five cats. I grew up with dogs, but I immediately became a cat person when I got married because...well, that's just what happen...

When you're a parent, the death of a pet is no small thing. First and foremost, you're in charge of comforting your children and h...

I am neither a cat person nor a dog person. I'm a cog person. Or a dat person, if you prefer. What I'm trying to say is, I like th...

When I launched this blog in December (as a continuation of the old "They Call Me Daddy" blog), it was intended for family and Fac...

The other day I was trying to figure out whether I've cleaned up more animal poop or human poop in our house over the years. Ultimately ...