I write to you from another table by the window in a different state with a different glass of wine, a different dinner simmering on the stove. A breeze has snuck across the desert, blowing over the house of my loving Camera Coon, over mountains and brush and snake-skinny highways into this little hacienda in Nuevo Mexico, and at JQ’s behest, there is classical music.
I am infinitely glad for the lack of city sounds. I may never go back, except for my cat, my beard, my collection of loved ones, my knick-knacks, and so forth. Back east, our cat sitters are armed to the tilt.
Here are some cats, to celebrate my reintroduction into nature. God Bless America.
from GRANDMA
That sender of emails-full-of-excellent-photos strikes again.
“Here we go again…I thought these were pretty neat and knew you would too!!”
from POOCHCAT and also BUNKY
Erin loves cats. Lauren hates them. But, they both know that I am a little cat cray.
from E$
Cat + Didion, “for your cats!”, my elegant blog boss writes. Oh, Fiona.
from BERNADETTE and CAROL PETERS
Story of my life most always.
Great minds think alike.
from my CAMERA COON
How funny that I am in The Coon‘s state, blogging about a cat she recently visited in my (old) state. Love for all involved, and I was sorry to miss this weekend.
“10 minutes into my visit, Clau Clau stole my chair.”
from PAUL
For my dogg bloggers.
