Back where he belongs.
TP: Come on in, Little Man. I missed you.
LM: Oh, really? Well maybe you shouldn’t take such long holidays, doc. It’s been a rough few weeks.
TP: You seem a bit edgy, Little. Tell me about it.
LM: Okay. Let’s start with props and slights. Read more →
A “grumpy old man” takes a trolley ride.
TP: Great to see you, Little Man. Heard you were sick.
LM: Thanks, doc. Yeh, I had a rough time last week. Couldn’t even eat! That freaked everybody out.
TP: I bet.
LM: Three straight days of no appetite and even my vet, Dr. Evan, was worried. Apparently, he told dad that when big, rakishly handsome cats like myself stop eating for even a short period, our internal organs can shut down and, well, next stop—the big litterbox in the sky. Read more →
Humans…they’re a funny bunch.
TP: Come on in, Little Man. What are you chuckling about?
LM: Oh, I was just sitting there in the waiting room thinking about mom’s latest project.
TP: Regarding you?
LM: Yeah. She’s tracking my vocabulary…what words I know. Can you believe it? I swear, doc, sometimes she acts like I’m just another cat.
TP: Hmm. What did she come up with so far? Read more →
Little’s mom suggests a special session.
TP: Didn’t expect to see you today, Little Man. Had you scheduled for next week.
LM: Right, doc. Blame it on mom.
TP: Yes, she seemed upset when she called. What happened?
LM: A home invasion. That’s what happened. Read more →
Little Man opines…from Meathead to Monopoly.
TP: So, Little, being a Baltimore cat, I assume you got caught up in Super Bowl fever?
LM: Not me, doc. In fact, I sent mom and dad out of the house to watch it. Too much yelling and screaming. The name’s cool, though.
TP: Yes, it’s obvious you’re a fan of super sizing.
LM: Don’t get all caught up in the weight thing, doc. I’ve been tipping the scales at a very consistent “just shy of 30” all winter. Pretty good, I think, considering the loss of my little chipmunk playmates.
TP: What do you do for exercise all winter, Little Man? Read more →
Little’s therapist returns from break.
TP: Happy New Year, Little. How’d the holidays treat you?
LM: Not bad, doc, considering.
TP: Considering?
LM: You know the drill. The family blitzkrieg, too many kids, wrapping paper flying all over the place, “sound machines”…like these kids need help making noise.
TP: What are sound machines? Read more →
Little’s therapist delves into relationships.
TP: Good to see you, Little. How was Thanksgiving?
LM: Hmm—kind of a good news/bad news deal, doc. Good news: I was able to hustle some pretty fine turkey scraps from mom. You gotta love those leftovers. Bad news: The “kid with the plaid pajamas” was there.
TP: Kid with the plaid pajamas? Read more →