Sketches

The important things I encounter, being comprised of people, animals, and places, anything really

In my first post, I briefly introduce Fitz.  Officially titled, the Second Best Feline in the World, Fitzgerald was acquired Christmas 2012.  Currently, his affection is trying to be bought by yours truly, using a container of peixe scented treats.  The progress is slow.  He likes treats, but doesn't care to be a companion cat.  He cares not for cuddling, nor for my attempts at dislocating him from various places across the house.  Fitz has recently begun to have difficulty purring, leaving him sounding like a cricket.

Here we have Sirius, in his natural habitat, perching on my scarf, in utter longing of my presence.  Sirius, my chat d'accueil, was the single best thing that happened to me in Paris.  More dog-like than aloof, he would follow me around, join me for breakfast, and comfort me with purrs and pawing when I was overwhelmed, thus earning him the title of The Best Feline in the World.  He turned me from a cat-hater to a Sirius adorer.

Since I've now mentioned my Mama in a post, I suppose it's time for her introduction.  My maternal grandmother is a reader, a writer, an art journaler.  She is my poetry support.  The one who encourages me to write my vignettes, even when I think my adventures mundane.  When I was a child, she took ten million nine hundred fifty five photos of me, while I did everything from climbing trees barefoot to fashioning dresses out of silk scarves.  She has done with film and pen, what I hope to do with blog and iPhone.  In short, she is the documenter of events I hope to become.