Kitties.

I met Sandi in Atlanta in1979; this picture was taken on a visit to her family's lake cottage in Ontario around 1980. That's Misty in her arms.

We have a policy we adhere to religiously: if we're invited to someone's house for dinner and a black cat named Midnight wanders out, or a white cat named Snowball, an orange cat named Pumpkin, a striped cat named Stripey, or a Calico cat named Patches, we immediately plead an unexpected emergency and head for our car. What will we talk about at dinner? Cats are human and get human names. Duh!

I had to make an exception for "Misty"as she and Sandi were a package deal.