Downloading and cleaning up my camera (you know, one of those things we used before cellphones) I found a couple of photos of the cats. My main view from my “temporary” office is what I call, in my head, “The Cat Window.”
I try to keep flowers on the mantle. “Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses ... ” by James Oppenheim (one of my favorite union songs).
Slink may be the oldest pet (he’ll be ten years old next month!), but Pepper rules.
Now if I could just figure out why my computer takes 29 minutes (exactly) to start up ...