[That's Elsie on the left, Chaser on the right. . . summer 2012.]
Elsie and Chaser, my fur babies and the loves of my life (after my HH, of course–or maybe on par with him).
(“Um, excuse me, Mum, but I asked you to call me Ellen, not Elsie.”)
They’re often my inspiration, almost always my companions (and especially when I eat), and will frequently comment about what I write here. (“But you actually appreciate our input, don’t you, Mum?“) And of course, I do appreciate their input. Especially when they help out with my crazy menopausal quests:
[That's my Elsie Ellen Girl. Just look at those little pigeon toes!]
(That’s Chaser on the left, Elsie Ellen on the right).
[Chaser's not really drunk; she just looks that way all the time.]