I miss Eddie...

and I can't wait until we are all together again. I know moving to Pennsylvania is almost a year away, but I want to start counting the days! Eddie is just about the best cat in the whole world. He is fourteen years old and still acts like a kitten sometimes. He's the Head Boy in our household and is Uncle Ed to all the other cats. He has always loved baby cats - and when a new family member was adopted or if one of the cats (too late to be spayed!) had kittens, Eddie was right there to watch over everyone. I call him Eddie the Lionhearted because he once beat the crap out of Aggie when she was a puppy for picking on our handicat, one-eyed Peter the Great. You know, Aggie never bothered Petey again! Eddie is a very talkative cat and he will kiss on demand. He doesn't kiss boys, though - much to Tim's chagrin. Eddie likes to sleep on my pillow and when he was kitten, he would chew my hair. Fortunately, he gave that up. He also likes to have his picture taken - this is one of his more thoughtful poses. He is named after Edward R. Murrow. I know - weird namesake - but we kept naming cats after newsmen since my first two cats were Woodward & Bernstein. They were followed by Petey - who was supposed to be named for Peter Jennings, but we secretly knew it was Peter Falk because of his one eye. Next we adopted Sophie and Martha Stewart - what were we thinking? But then we adopted Charles Kuralt and Walter Cronkat - and their sister, Lucie Bee. That was the end of the news names and then Tim switched to famous physicists - but that's a story for another day.