Friday, November 11, 2011

Mourning the passing of a great cat, Edison. 
Edison came into my life about twelve years ago when I lived in Florida. He was a stray wandering around the neighborhood near a creepy lake full of gators and snakes. He was the world's best mouser, and sometimes caught rats almost as big as he was.

Nicolas Caesar did this drawing of me with Edison. 

To Edison: if you want to come home for a visit, you're always welcome. The ax I'm holding is for firewood, not ghost cats.

1 comment:

Elizabeth Twist said...

So sorry for your loss, Julie. Edison sounds like an amazing and magical cat.