Daddy loved to pose and relax on costumed creations! When I typed (wept) my autobiography, he was always next to the computer monitor.
Mama loved to hide under the bed and in her chewed up old box. Perhaps her instinct as a female to keep her womb safe. Daddy strutted around to protect her and me.
Mama Cat loved my big orange disco wig!
To organize some of my 50,000 pages of long emails, I placed and grouped them on a path that circled my home.