Dear Beau: I forgot to mention this a couple of weeks ago when I had to stay home from work, sick in bed, but I think it’s the cutest thing when you lock the front door. Granted I can’t get out of said door when locked from the outside but I was snuggled under the covers unable to move anyway. Thank you for thinking of me and keeping the door locked. Dear Self: I’m proud of you for sticking it out and completing a 21 day cleanse. I think that’s the longest “challenge” you’ve set for yourself and completed. I’m especially proud of the fact that you didn’t cave and eat shit / drink wine while grieving the loss of Kitty Kitty Cocoa Puff. Dearest Kitty Kitty Cocoa Puff: Who knew so many people were fond of you and your antics! I miss you more than I could have ever imagined, and am thankful for all of the stories, photographs and adventures that I’ve documented in this space. Looking back always brings a smile to my face. Dear Taylor: Only you would be able to hear the Vampire Weekend undertone in this morning’s yawn. For that, I am grateful.
This is probably my favorite photograph of Kitty – it makes me giggle each time I see it. He was a HUGE meatball when I adopted him, almost 25 pounds!