Monday, December 14, 2009


Sugar lived to the age of 18. My mother called me the morning she had to put him to sleep, pretending to ask permission. By that time, I was in graduate school, and I lived in another state and had two cats of my own. I was very sad that day, and pointed out to anyone who cared to hear that I’d had the cat almost as long as I’d had my younger brother.


  1. Where is this picture taken? I don't recognize it.

  2. I took it in high school. It has been in one of my photo albums. My instinct is to say it was taken in the front hall.