Chloe's face in that first picture would melt anyone's heart. Her brother is a beauty, too, even though he's shying from the spotlight.
We're "owned" by three fur children. One dog, a boxer-husky mix, we got from our local shelter. Her family had given her up as a puppy and her name was Harley, which was "meant to be" since we ride a big Harley motorcycle.
Our other family members include an 8-year-old small calico cat, Sally, who is sweet as honey. She's so tiny everyone thinks she's a kitten. She's a real doll. Bella, another cat, rounds out our family.
Just before the weather began to be quite cold in the fall of '12, she showed up on our front porch. She couldn't have been more than a couple of months old. We live in the country and it's not unusual for people to "drop" unwanted animals along the roadside or in ditches. We think that's where Bella came from.
She's a grey tabby with topaz-colored eyes and the slightest lynx-points at the top of her ears. She, like Sally, is a real lover and has captivated both of us and we wouldn't trade her for the world.
Harley doesn't sit still long enough to be photographed, so can't share any image of her.
The first photo is our little Sally, reclining on my cutting table in my studio. The second one is of Bella. I was holding her when the photo was taken.
