My attempt at a daily photograph showing something about me, my fellow inmates, and our natural habitat. May or may not include photos of people; I am still pondering opening that door.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The Cat Who Owns Me
Meet Scully. Nine or ten years ago, her kidneys were failing, working at just 30 percent of what they should have been. The vet told me to take her home and make her comfortable. He still jokes about just how comfortable I've kept her. I can't tell you why she's still here, and neither can the vet. She's just that stubborn.