Some Of My Best Friends

Some terrible things have happened lately that have taken my attention from the blogosphere. A niece had an accident that put her and her child in the hospital. Over the 4th of July weekend, a dear friend went camping with her family. While away, someone threw a block of firecrackers into her garage, where her cats stayed. Fortunately, with all the gas cans around, there was no fire. But her two cats have not been seen for the last 24 hours. I will make a donation at the animal shelter in the morning, and pray, and hope you will pray too, for the safe return of her two cats. Naturally, I shot a request to Holmes to see if she could look into this for me. I always think of Holmes first.

In an attempt to try to be positive, I have assembled a few images of some friends of mine. Below is my friend Tiffany King and her fiance/boy friend/main squeeze/friend of mine/PB. PB is one of the nicest, most laid back, smartest, most lucid, interesting people you could ever want to meet. He's also likable. He and Tiff work at the same Body Repair Shop. Judy tells me that he's a hunk, and I trust Judy in all things male, because I don't care about those things. It's better that way.



Directly below, after dinner, Otis joined in the merriment as we relaxed after a filling dinner at Charlie's, the finest restaurant in the area. Otis was actually competing with Tiff for bonding space with PB. Understandable.



This is Tiffany's dog Pooh King. I have a wonderful relationship with Pooh. He and I communicate with each other. We are close friends. We have been that way from the moment we met. I took Pooh out every day, several times a day. It was not a chore. We talked endlessly. Strange for a cat person, you say. Pooh lives with a woman and two cats. Pooh has wisdom. Pooh is unique. I adore Pooh King. Plain and Simple.



Here we have Tiffany in a love fest with her other, bionic cat who is running on atomic energy at the moment. The cat hid the entire weekend.



Pooh had come over and said, "How about one last trip around the parking lot for old time's sake before you leave?" And I said, "Sure!" I keep telling you we communicate well.



And, by request, the Jefferson Memorial at Cherry Blossom time.



And finally, a young baby female cardinal, a few days old.