He came back yesterday. Pepper, as some of us like to call him, thanks to his beautiful peppery coat of fur, had run away on tuesday when the door was accidentally left ajar. His libido ran out, and hungry he got, so back he was scratching at the door meowing earnestly.. Today morning, as I worked on my laptop he cuddled closeby dreaming of all the salmon and tuna food he’d be getting very soon.. Lazy adorable idiot!


Sober and Beautiful
























Spent my Sunday morning watching Bartolucci’s The Dreamers. The dialogue is from that film, but the similarity ends there. Just rediscovered my love for black and white again.