Sitting in the Cage on a hot evening while Shelby cooks up a bowl of something good. I have the little white dog Lexi on my lap and the grey cat Luna is sitting in the garage opening, claiming her space for the night.

Zinny is kinda pouting, probably waiting for Moma to start the movie.

Lexi's owner is a petite little fox, under a hundred pounds, in her twenties (I think) and works as a nurse downtown. The closest I'll ever get that girl to sit on my lap, is through her dog. I'll settle for that, and I think we're all becoming friends.

It's Sunday evening, I'm going to head to the couch and watch a movie, with my favorite grand-daughter and a couple of dogs.