let's hear it for Evel

...who was cool enough to nearly make a cat-person out of me. Almost.

This past week, I sadly yet peacefully re-gifted my stray cat to a woman with whom I work and her 19 year old son who has autism. I was gobsmacked by the smoothness of life events; Evel (yes, that's right -- I changed his/her name from "3" to Evel after watching it fly around my home like the original Evel Knievel, occasionally crashing and burning) came into my world one very cold night at the start of 2010 and helped me to stay planted on the planet through some tough nights and mornings. Of course, when the woman was considering the adoption and asked me its name, I responded "Precious."

The morning after the adoption I phoned to see how the first night was: she responded that cat and son were bonding nicely and she snapped some shots of him with his head on the cat's belly as he/she slept on the stairs. All is well.

In honour of the beast who made my life sweet for a few short months, I'm putting some shots from our last couple of days together. Sometimes life seems to distill down to memories and photographs.

For two weeks I have swapped 8lbs of cat for 150lbs of drool and muddy paws. These last two pic's are of Wiley (sheep dog) and Red (chesapeake) whom I am dogsitting while Becky and Harry are out of town. Maybe it's not about being a dog-person or a cat-person but enjoying what is. Perhaps I could apply this lesson to my work.... and to people.