You may not know it from this photo, but the boots belong to a man who owns his own business, read the entire FAA manual on his own before passing the written test for his private pilot certificate (in English, which is his second language, mind you) has raised three successful children and kept a seriously unbalanced woman on track for over 28 years.
The man belongs to the cat.
Here he is just trying to get some work done on his computer while putting up his feet after a long day. It was there that he got pinned down and remained until released.
We have a happy home. In addition to the aforementioned progeny, there’s my 85 year old mother who lives with us, two large dogs and a another cat who has some sort of social anxiety disorder.
And we all get along pretty well.
But Luna – she who must be obeyed – really is the most spoiled and self assured creature ever to inhabit the place.
For the record, it was not I who spoiled her. That’s a poll for another day.
At any rate, this leads to today’s question: Who runs your house?
Not a very earth-shattering topic this week. But the earth’s been shattered enough recently. I needed a breather.
