I would probably self-identify as a female rural West Coast (of USA) Caucasian, but that wouldn't include, as labels often don't, my journey from a small monocultural mill town to a solo sabbatical in six countries (in '91). Now I'm on to the exciting sojourn of retirement (from full-time worklife five years ago). I love travel and art and aesthetics, as well as almost all cats and dogs I've met. This blog is just for fun and experimenting with the tools. It should be amusing...

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Jack's Tale, 2

Wilma's feeling frisky around my home this fine Indian summer day, where the mornings are cool, but the afternoons get comfortably hot by 5:00 pm, my dinnertime. Actually, I eat whenever I come in from my Jackyard, to grab a snack and see what's up. The weird trick that most perplexes them is when I deposit my soggy toys into my food dish, for my own secret cat reasons--Aunt Wilma is slightly intrigued, too--(food dish viewing spared for delicacy's sake...)



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