We have the option this week, to talk about our pets or our kids.Same thing?
My stepkids have grown up into these fabulous, glossy adults and my grandchildren (two) are so adorable that I would feel bad showing up all the other Word Whores with photos they could never out do.
Pets it is.
Isabel (above) is the youngest of the current fur family. Yes, that's my writing desk she's taken over. She's leaning a shoulder on Sailor Whore, Marcella Burnard's, newest release, too. She's a Maine coon cat, so she's big. And smart. Full of affection and mischief.
Yeah, I totally let her stay there.
Teddy is senior cat. Also known as Queen Cat. Also a Maine coon cat, she's bigger than Isabel. Fortunately, Isabel thinks that Teddy hung the moon, so they both agree that everything Teddy does is wonderful. Teddy is sharing my arm chair as I type, which she does every evening when there's a laptop computer on my lap instead of her.
Finally, there's Zip. Odd man out. Beta dog. Poor Zip is beta to everyone, even to Isabel. In this photo he looks perplexed because he's wondering what I'm doing to him. Zip is a red border collie, if you're wondering, born on a ranch in Wyoming. I've never been much of a dog person, but Zip is David's partner dog.
The three of them are buddies. Dogs and cats, living together. They, plus David, are my immediate family. The beings that share my day from the moment I wake - Teddy against my side, Isabel on the dresser watching me and the birds, Zip on the floor on David's side of the bed - through the day and all through the night.I'm a lucky, lucky girl.
