I had been drinking and sniffing glue. And then I laid out Aunt Jemima pankcake batter and kerosene into a large pan for sniffs over a huge fire on the stove. My blown-out brain told me I must take up weapons and go back to war as a young Marine in panties and a bra. When that bad jag fell apart I thought I might go see what the cats were doing.

The Sweet Babycakes was grooming herself upon my wife's bed next to her beloved "pinky thingy":



The tom Trouble was crashed in the den:



The Momcat? Mister Mittens was stalking the new bathroom to grab a perch:



It's night. She used to be a pregnant street cat. She's looking at what is out there: