Yesterday at the foster clinic there was a woman with a litter of tiny, tiny kittens, one of whom was a beautiful orange and white creamsicle. I told her, “I love orange boy cats, they are all so stupid.” and the foster mom said to me, with tears of love in her eyes, face glowing with maternal pride, “He is only 6 days old and I can already tell that he’s going to be so stupid!”
Esmé Gigi Genevieve Squalor. Single. Single and loving it. Fabulously rich. Insanely attractive. The city’s fouth most important financial adviser, or something.
I had the opportunity to spend this whole winter in a log cabin in the middle of Montana, on the shores of the Madison River. Staying for an extended period of time in a place so remote has been a life changing experience. Chopping your own wood, doing groceries in a small town, eating out at the same place and knowing the staff on a first name basis is something I’m going to miss… Thank you Montana.
