"Won't eat meat, Cat eat meat..."
An early photo of friend of felines. We have many cats now. Indoor and outdoor. All but one have been summoned to the Garden of Saint Francis. How appropriate. I may have mentioned earlier, that our bird bath statue of Santos di Frankie seems to be a beacon to the wayward animals. Besides the cats, one bunny and three exotic birds who have become household members, the back yard is home to families of raccoons, possum, desert turtles, doves and a variety of other winged creatures. It is all quite Noah like at times. It certainly beats apartment living.
The most recent cat is an orange sherbet and vanilla boy named Ian. Named after actors Ian McKellan and possibly Ian Richardson, he could have been called Seven. The last new tenant is a little girl named Six, her number of addition. She is girl kitty number 2 in a house of males. The other lady, the Grand Dame Emma, has been seen here before. As has Orson. And the bunny Eco, as well as Oshii, the magnificent Yellow Peril bird.
All creatures great and small, sharing the Watchtowre. Sadly, no dogs or fish. I sometimes think I should get a monkey, a horse and a llama. Then again...
Well, I think I should celebrate 4 years of not enjoying the comedy of Abattoir and Costello. Perhaps a taste of fiendish Tofu Munchu.