Mika Under Table

This is one of her favorite spots,
When she honors me with her presence.

She watches me ...
With such devotion.

Or maybe she's hungry.

A Rose for Fred

Uncle Fred. Just saying his name brings a smile. Crotchety old guy, loud booming voice. Heart of gold. He grew up with my dad; his cousin. He called Dad brother though. "Not 'big' brother, older brother" (lifting himself tall, patting his round tummy).

He lives in Idaho. When he heard about Dad's accident, he climbed into his ancient motorhome and started driving. Claimed he had to visit his family in Washington. So he did, then drove all morning to get here.

He still had another 2 hour drive to see his 'older' brother, and I tried to get him to stop for a while to rest. His loud booming voice muted. No. I have to see him. Now. A tear; another. Now I had a tear; another. We mopped our eyes, and smiled. I gave him the address. He tottered back to his motorhome, and was gone.

He is now happily visiting his 'older brother'. The Best Medicine in the World. For both of them.

Bright eyed kitty

Maybe I should have labeled this "kitties-uppa-tree". The black cat with the glowing eyes is Junsu, Georgia's friend. Mika is the gray one (my baby). She is constantly climbing "uppa" trees ... and no matter how high she goes, she hasn't gotten stuck yet!

After losing several cats over the last few years, I vowed to never become attached to another. Mika had other ideas. She wouldn't let me remain neutral and wormed her way into my heart with her sweet spirit, loving nature and just plain determination. She is now my faithful companion, foot warmer, and court jester. Love you, Mika.