This is the Interloper. He is a stray who has decided that it is my sacred duty in life to feed him.
And he asks so politely (by yowling his fool head off right outside my backyard every night around nine o'clock). I'm oh so very honored.
And he asks so politely (by yowling his fool head off right outside my backyard every night around nine o'clock). I'm oh so very honored.
My Zorkie refusing to look at the evil black box in my hands.
She still adamantly hates the camera. Must be her Stalinist fears still lingering.
She still adamantly hates the camera. Must be her Stalinist fears still lingering.
Luna by the window.
And now bits and pieces of home: first, the latch on my laundry room window.
And now bits and pieces of home: first, the latch on my laundry room window.
Above: When I was a little kid I thought glass doorknobs were magic. Maybe they are.
Below: the world outside, through the window.
Below: the world outside, through the window.
glass doorknobs are magic. no question.
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