This is my view at breakfast. We cannot see much due to the seasonal fog surrounding low-lying areas in southern California at this time of year. Fog should not be a problem in a month or two. Today we have scrambled eggs (me) and huevos rancheros (Buck). We were rudely awakened by the fire alarm Continue reading breakfast

no one came home

No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He Continue reading no one came home