Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
One of the many, many nicknames we have for our cat is Anne Boleyn. So named for the way she likes to sleep with her neck stretched way out over the arm of a chair. So here she is dressed as her nickname sake.
One of my fav-o-rite poems is The Raven which is what we named one of our kitties, who came a rap-tap-tapping at our bedroom door one cold day in October fifteen years ago when we were living on Capitol Hill. The Rave unfortunately passed into the great literary cat society in the sky a year ago. Her fav-o-rite foods were pizza, cream cheese and cheese doodles (ummm crunchy cheese.) I get all misty whenever we have pizza (which we had last night) and can't even look at cream cheese. So here is my Raven poe'm from dear old Edgar.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Well we have to move again. If I didn't know any better I would think we were in the witness protection program or more likely, running from the law. Such is life in the navy, at least we get to stay on the island.