Especially Cats

My recent trawl through my mother's photo album to look for photos where I might resemble Jonathan or vice versa landed me on a page of John's (my) Activities.

I possibly helped to paint this chair, in a very small way I am sure, when we lived with my grandfather (until I was seven).

Playing ball . . . sort of, anyway.

There was a note on the page about John and his animals.

The note said, "Especially Cats."

I find this curious because we didn't have a cat, so I must have shown an interest or fondness whenever I did encounter one.

Why I have been drawn to cats more than dogs, especially when we had a dog for awhile, I don't know.

But I guess it runs in the family. This is my dad . . . 

And, this is Lacey. As I write this, she is nearby, apparently sleeping, but really keeping tabs on me because she wants me to take her down for breakfast, or I should say "first breakfast". (Photo on hand that I haven't used before: not taken today.)