our journey is our only guarantee...

the butterfly has been considered a soulful symbol...hoping WAS journeys on the wings of a butterfly...

and meets up with all of our missed pet friends...

Remembering Pica and Elite...

Jude posted a picture of  'Was' sitting on a carpet today and it brought back lots of memories for me of the days when I had Pica and Elite, my 2 best companions. Their mom was Callie, a calico cat that belonged to my sister and brother-in-law. This was in the mid 1970s when I had just moved from NY to TX. I was staying at my sister's house until my furniture arrived. My brother-in-law was a writer and was typing on his typewriter when I was trying to think of a name for my 2 new family members. Pica and Elite seemed appropriate. Elite is the all gray one. She was afraid of everything, except me, of course. When company arrived, Elite was nowhere to me found. Pica, on the other hand, was very friendly, outgoing, and always wanted to be the center of attention. As I said on Jude's blog, Elite would come and sit on my lap, look straight into my eyes and 'talk to me' in short little chirping like sounds.  She was trying so hard to tell me things that I could not understand. When we finished our little conversation, she would just curl up on my lap and go to sleep. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could read the minds of our pets. I still miss them even though it's been about 17 years since they're gone. They both lived to the ripe old age of 18.

I love that reading other people's blogs brings back so many good memories. Here are a few very old photos. Click on the photo for a closer view.

looking out a 2nd story window

Elite at her best

Elite