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Books are a special item around here. I collect them about me even though there is no space for them.

When my cousin died two years ago he left a collection of small books. We gave away a good number of them at the time but I still have about 200 tiny classics and other volumes. I decided to try to find a new owner for them. (no success yet)

Emmaline, never one to miss out on anything, couldn’t decide what she liked better: rubbing on the books or inserting herself in what was left of this partially empty tray.

Can you tell who is about to get a surprise?

Sam is a very fast cat but she cannot always get away from Em. Sometimes I turn my head just in time to see Em sail through mid air, over a chair, after Sammy.

A couple of days ago I saw Em walking on her hind legs holding a button in her front paws. I wonder how long they will entertain like this before they get old and sleepy.

Happened to stop by the pet store last week on a day when they were showing kittens.

I was able to resist, but just barely.

This morning I decided to walk up the street to get a few pics of the work projects going on in the neighborhood. My brother and mother were returning from their customary early morning hike/walk/run up the great hill and back and called to me.

Apparently a little black cat had taken up residence in their backyard and Mom wanted to know what to do with it. My brother ran up to my house to get some kibble while I looked for the cat in the back yard.

There she was curled up under a rose bush. I crouched down and called to her. She immediately ran out and rubbed against me. When presented with a few kibble she hastily ate them. Mom said, “I am sorry to leave you with her but I have company coming.” “Oh, no problem Mom,” I said. “I”ll figure out something.”

Actually I didn’t know what to do either but “Dolly” (as Nikki dubbed her) followed me up the street to my house and had a good breakfast.

I decided to read and do some sketches outside but it was somewhat difficult with Dolly on my lap. Wherever I walked she followed. Then I went in for a few hours. When I came out—no Dolly. Hmmm. She was so very thin. I felt bad for her.

When Nikki came home we went outside to look for her. I called and called and then walked to the side gate, there she was. She trotted right into the back garden again for a 2 course dinner, rolled around on the patio and chased a stick in the grass.

After dinner Nikki went out to read on the porch. I peeked out the window and saw Dolly sitting on Nikki’s lap purring up a storm, rubbing her head on Nikki’s chin. We are going to try to find her owners but it is hard to locate the owner of “a black cat”!