It was one of those rare occasions when they were within arms’ reach of each other and Roark wasn’t trying to hit her upside the head and Edie didn’t have him in a choke-hold, wrestling him to the ground.  I thought the moment warranted a picture.

Edie LOVES our cat, Bessie. Don’t you just get a sense from this picture that Bessie returns her feelings of affection? And who wouldn’t love living with a person three times your size whose always trying to give you hugs (by which I mean, strangle you)?