Poor Marius
“Did you see my rucksack?” Pomi came running into my workroom. ” Of course I did my little darling.” I reached into one of my drawers. ” You left it on my desk… Continue reading
“Did you see my rucksack?” Pomi came running into my workroom. ” Of course I did my little darling.” I reached into one of my drawers. ” You left it on my desk… Continue reading
” Didn’t you say we’re out of cilantro?” Pomi looked at the bowl of salad I had placed before him. ” I popped down to the greengrocer’s.” ” You didn’t have to!” My… Continue reading
Pomi finally put the postcards away and turned his attention towards my collection of books. ” Anything in particular you are looking for?” ” Something… Continue reading
” Candles?” ” Happy birthday to you! How was your day?” ” Ok. ” ” Just ok?” ” Yes, a birthday is not a big deal you know. Not for me anyway. I… Continue reading
” I’m glad we’re home!” Pomi sighed and stepped out of my bag. ” Was it that bad? ” ” The woman at the next table was annoying. She did nothing but complain.… Continue reading
” Look, the moon. Isn’t it beautiful? I love the moon! Ouch.” Pomi grabbed the back of his neck. ” What happened?” ” I think a mosquito just bit me.” ” Oh really?… Continue reading
“What are you doing?” ” I’m looking for something.” ” What kind of something?” ” The ‘accidently-deleted-files’ kind of something.” ” Oops!” Pomi looks at me, half worried half amused. ” Any… Continue reading
Sitting in my garden and drinking coffee from a pink cup I was enjoying the waking of another beautiful spring day when Pomi’s little voice pulled me out of… Continue reading
Pomi loves to dance. And he loves Led Zeppelin. He practices his moves regularly on my desk and it always looks like he is having a lot of fun. … Continue reading