A Farewell to White Haven

One chilly morning in late December, Jake Weller and I put on our funeral suits and waved goodbye to The Land of My Birth. Here shall commence a photo parade involving my un-Bearded Companion– my brother, mon bon croissant, JQ.


This is JQ's cat-related personal communication device video game. I am not sure how it functions, but it can't be better than the game Jake and I had on our New Zealand burner phone-- "Go Hamster". "Suck it, ghosts!" -J.W.


Here we have JQ wearing the sweater he owns only for the purposes of picking up our cat.


Cally clings hard without regard for her handler's thickness of dress. Winter is a much nicer time to know her.




My brother is my sly-smiling, boulder-scrambling, whale-sounds-loving, beet-painting, watching-“Murder, She Wrote”-on-sleep-timer partner extraordinaire. He is a cat and all good things expert.


About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
This entry was posted in The Cats of Others and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s