I don't post often about Freya, who's been gone about as long, but I do think about her.

Harmonia sends scratchy meows and asks for pets.

Pomona, sleeping through Caturday.

Have a picture of Aine laying in a sunbeam.

This is her when she's not under a bedsheet.

The cat in this picture never crawls under the bedding, except this once.

Korra sleeping in a manner suggesting that she doesn't like the light.

At Loving Spouse's request, I made a batch of bao this weekend. Here are two of them.

Not bad, not bad.

I like James Nicoll's take on it:

Here's Freya shortly before we gave her the last gift in 2022--metastatic breast cancer got her. She left us with cheese (her favorite food) in her tummy, and I still miss her a lot.

From Donald Kingsbury's _The Moon Goddess and the Son_:

I made panang nya (Thai beef curry) with vegetables and extra coconut milk for Loving Spouse's birthday.

Ah, yes. Horseradish is wonderful stuff, and I hope the people who eventually buy our house think so. If not they're gonna have a hard time getting it out....

THE PAIR OF SANDHILL CRANES ON SITE HAS A BABY! 😍😍😍

Here's a light wheat, but spicy.

Harmonia and Pomona send cat cuddles.

This ferocious creature was one of the results of a couple of random shelter cats who didn't get broken in time. She likes to sit on my shoulders, flop against the side of my head, and purr. So standoffish!

Have a sleeping cat picture.

Been there, done that. Aine wasn't a foster, though...our situation allowed us to keep her.

I guess I read a lot.

Have another!