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.
That sender of emails-full-of-excellent-photos strikes again.
from POOCHCAT and also BUNKY
Erin loves cats. Lauren hates them. But, they both know that I am a little cat cray.
from BERNADETTE and CAROL PETERS
Story of my life most always.
from my CAMERA COON
For my dogg bloggers.