Not crazy

 Yet, at a feline count of four, we are full up.

This is Bong. Six months old and already nine pounds. Sweet-natured and all-day handsome. His foster mom wrote a great marketplace post about everyone needing "Mini house panthers, shadow goblins..." The writing pulled me in, and the picture of him and his three sisters kept pulling me back.

And Sophie was driving me nuts with her beagle impression. What cat wants to play fetch all day long? And when she wasn't in my face, she wanted the Elders to play. They have come to tolerate her, but play? The kitten needed a kitten. So, yeah. Welcome Bong! He answers to the name so it stays.

In the middle of this, I needed to make some changes to my bedroom that involved emptying and getting rid of a massive old desk and moving an overloaded bookcase. 

So many books and, to my shame, bookmarks in a third of them, only one or two chapters in. I was so happy to see them, I plucked them all and wished the books good luck. Maybe I'll pick you up again one day. 

The desk drawers were full of pictures, important papers, and notebooks. The bottom drawer was full of expired technology. Flip phones, PDAs, a Blackberry, some digital cameras, and a nest of cords that might belong to some of them. 

 I have never seen this picture before. Jimmy, Colin, who is about three, and my Dad. Everyone dressed to kill. Why and where? No clue. My handsome devils.