Minneapolis is under a snow emergency and it's so thick around here that the museum closed!
Whoopee! It's a day of sleeping late, doing homework, heading to the bar down the street for food, and maybe (if I am good and get all my work done) doing some web surfing and posting more of my fiction.
In the meantim
e, per a request from Scotius, here are my pics of the children.
This is Pirate, the kitty who I lost to breast cancer. (Yes, she really did have breast cancer.) Pirate was nuts. She was the runt of the litter, just a little scraggly bat-thing squalling like a demon. She was the cleverest cat I ever encountered, even hopping around on her hind legs (evolving? We're sunk!) and doing a flip once when I came home (she got really excited easily).
Here is Twyla, the foundling who came to us after Pirate died, being coy. She's very different from Pirate, very vulnerable and shy, and doesn't pick on Pirate's brother, Topcat, the way that Pirate does. Topcat (on the right) and Twyla in many ways are more close than Topcat and Pirate were. But hey, they're all partners in crime.
Labels: cats, frolic