Why Doesn't the Blessed Mother Like Whistling?

It’s hard to believe, but we made it through track season without bone chilling wind, rain, or wearing a blanket. Instead of selling coffee, cocoa, and chili, the concession stand sold sodas, popcorn, and candy.   Kalispell must have done … Continue reading →

A Victorian Cat

Check out the latest adventures of Wes at Breaking Mews!

Here is a little taste of his latest article.

... to live in the Victorian era would be truly blissful. I’d be the cat of the manor; strolling around the grounds and slipping beneath the croquet wickets, hiding in the petticoats of my master, and perhaps even wearing a waistcoat- provided that my “mother” tailored just for me.

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 Till next time,

Marlene