Cheryl and I have decided that Cimbi needs to go to camp. Her incessant crying to go out on the terrace (and then relentlessly trying to jump onto the neighbor's roof once there) is second in annoyance only to her 'getting all punk rock' on the furniture when she does not get her way.

The routine all the time every day goes something like this: Cimbi stands, lays or log rolls around the terrace door screaming to go out. We let her out, thinking for some reason it will be different this time. Sh… Continue

I want to send out a huge thanks to all of you who sent along an encouraging or kind word about Harlem Fur. It's greatly appreciated! You make Cimbi's day.

Truth be told, at first I thought all of the email was from my mom. Given her stressed relationship with passwords, I could see her needing to open a new email account with for each message or comment. But then I realized that multiple people I am not related to read this blog!

So, no promises these will work, but now that I picked Harlem F… Continue