Sunday, May 22, 2005
So, Shelswick is off to Whistler, spending what her people call Victoria Day drinking herself to oblivion with her glamorous city friends. Ah, youth. So this morning, after I rolled out of bed (around ten--hey, I get to enjoy the time off my own way), I look out the back door to check the weather, and here's this cat laying on the chair on our patio.
