Cody: my post helper." Every morning he would meow loudly for his food - I shall miss that. The bond between Cody and me was deep - he was my little friend. Last Friday, March 15, it was time again to drive to Georgia. This time I brought Mitsouko with me. I was afraid she would be too lonely without Cody in Nashville. Here I have many old print photos still. I decided to ease the pain by looking at all the little friends I have had among the years - a way to celebrate them. As far as I can remember there always was at least a pet close by. When I was a little girl growing up in Paris, France, we had a dog - here with me when I was four years old, shown below. Then it was our boxer, who went with me for walks in the forest, below with me when I was eleven years old. In San Francisco in the apartment I could not have dogs or cats, so I had pet birds. My parakeet, Dimitri, could talk and flew freely in the rooms. After I married we had a cockatiel, Diego, seen below on the shoulder of my yellow outfit. (Click on collage to enlarge.)
"Petit à petit, les chats deviennent l'âme de la maison" - Jean Cocteau, French poet, artist, writer, film maker, 1889-1963/ "Little by little cats become the soul of the house." Below Le Chat, 1959, by Jean Cocteau
"Le temps passé avec un chat n'est jamais perdu" - Colette, French author, 1873-1954 / "Time spent with a cat is never wasted."
"When I am feeling low, all I have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns." - Charles Bukowski, German-born American poet and novelist, 1920-1994.