Grand Theft Hamlet...

She was the last of my little cat family. I lost her adopted brother back in May. Not long after he passed, she started limping. The limp turned into loss of function in her left front paw. Three vets told me it was cancer, and that the prognosis was poor. I gave her prednisone for the swelling...

I guess I could have just said this: This was Mr. Noodle, and somebody loved him.

I want to tell you about a cat. This cat, specifically. He was named Noodle at the shelter where I found him. I planned to give him a more dignified name, but I never really came up with one that stuck, so he became simply Mr. Noodle.

From Chicago...

And a few more...

Some pictures from Chicago...

From my visit to Chambord in 2022.

My response to that article, and to the New York Times for publishing it.