Where are we going, and why are we in this handbasket?
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
I took this photo of Wendy tonight, as she gazed at me with disdain and expectation since it was almost time for the cats' dinner and I have the evening shift in the kitchen. I can easily read the two thoughts circling around and around in her calico brain: "... I hate Mommy! When is she going to give me food in a bowl? ... Mommy is the worst! Where is my supper, lady? ..."