Tea in a Bungalow
Valentine’s day 2007. Christy had new landlords that allowed pets and Rudy knew that she missed her cats. The gift of the year then, was a cat. It took three trips to the humane society (and sometime mid-March) before Sabrina-cat showed up and said ‘you …
And so we are in 2010, and I feel rather as if it is time to update this blog and let everyone know that we are alive. As I do this, I have a very happy cat sitting in front of a fireplace, while drinking some Lady Grey tea out of an awesome owl mug that Rudy’s mother got me for my birthday.
