Many years ago, we found her, skinny and thirsty — or more precisely, she found us. Plump and healthy she was lovingly described as Rubenesque. While she had the sweetest disposition a cat could have, she was also the toughest cat I’ve ever known. May the sun shine on you forever.
Paul and I don’t really have any good pictures of the two of us. We still don’t. This self portrait we took during our hike in the Catskills this weekend has some definite issues. On the bright side (so-to-speak) this pic kind of fits in with my whole over exposure phase that I’m currently going through. Maybe I won’t delete this one.
and even if you’re not, I’d say it is impossible for anyone to resist this ridiculously cute saint bernard puppy. Paul and I took a vacation away from our cats and away from the city over the weekend up in the Catskills (maybe it should have been called Puppyskills) and had the pleasure of meeting little (soon-to-be-big) Ozzy.