My late sister Martha used to go look for the guys that beat me up and broke my glasses. She was two years older than me but nobody was allowed to kick my ass except her. One day she caught the two bullies Alfie "Figgy" Ficalora and Jimmy Shea together. She busted up Alfie with her hands while Shea took off.

About a week later (upon advice of my father) I snuck up on Jimmy Shea and busted a Dellwood quart milk bottle over his head and had his head and my right hand bleeding pretty good. Neither fellow ever bothered me again.

Figgy was Army Airborne in Vietnam and I have no idea what happened to Shea. You could stop bullies in my day without a tweet, twit, twat, or many hours of poking a small keyboard. You could also leave people alone back then just by being down the block.

Anyway, I was looking to catch a cat shot tonight and I found Sweet Babycakes with her brother Trouble sound asleep. As I entered the room, little Shiloh woke up and put a protective paw upon her brother while turning her head to check out the photographer.

There is just something about a girl who loves her brother.