Category Archives: Lord Skullcrusher Fluffington

With no warning Mrs. Curmudgeon shouted; “Lock and load! They’re coming for the cat!” Nothing will light a paranoid survivalist type’s fuse like hearing “lock and load“! I jumped up, spilled my coffee, and made a gesture which meant roughly … Continue reading →

Mrs. Curmudgeon drew a picture of Skullcrusher Lord Fluffington.

Hours later I woke from a restful nap. The fire was filling my heart with warmth. The cat was purring like a motor. All was well. What had been the source of my bad attitude? I couldn’t recall. At any … Continue reading →

It was mid-January. Things hadn’t been going well. I trudged in from the snow to a cold and empty house. The weather had been mild; at least for mid-January. The fact that it wasn’t flat out, breath catchingly, pipe freezingly, … Continue reading →