After an enforced hiatus in order to complete some massive editing jobs, I’m back with the third in a two part series…..


In a spare moment of extreme leisure recently, I did the following calculation: since 1967, when Bonnie and Clyde joined my household as kittens, in the succeeding forty-nine years, I (and now we) have enjoyed some form of feline companionship in forty-five of those years. That qualifies me, I believe, as a lifer, entitled to whatever lifers are entitled to – if nothing else, a great deal of emotional satisfaction, the kind that cat lovers derive from watching their pets curl up in a sunny spot and take an extended nap. Continue reading