A crystal birthday bowl of leftover Easter ham for Madame. She's now impossible, doing all of her tricks to get my attention for more ham. Sweeping things off the kitchen counter, rattling painting frames, the mail is now on the floor and she's howling, trilling whining and insisting on more birthday treats. It will be quite a morning I'm sure.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
