And be real. You know you want to see them.
Veronica, in her favorite sleeping position.
Sometimes when I’m writing, I’ll be leaning forward, concentrating. And suddenly, I feel a heavy weight pressing up against me.
Isn’t this cute? That’s my mom’s new kitten, who I was taking care of while she was in New York.
She named him Roger. Then she took him to the vet. Now his name is Rosie. And he’s a she.