The sun looks cold, the wind is blowing. As my coffee cup empties, I am preparing for a weekend away, and my Bearded Companion is preparing for his first solo overnight with our Chupacabra, aka Olive, aka Little Steve.
As I pack, she leaps onto my chair at the breakfast table (coffee, pastries) opposite Jake, who remarks, “She’s already replacing you”.
Some cats for the morning, for coffee and tree full of light and woolen socks.
In the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy (inspired by this thoroughly fake photograph that had the Internet all bothered), I picked this little lady up.
from THE CAMERA COON
from MOLLY our FLORIDA CAT CORRESPONDENT