BEING NEIGHBORLY...

...is pretty much what Neighbor does all the time.

Neighbor, as many of our Esteemed Readers know, is the Mistress of Sarcasm’s kitty. Dark black with beautiful green eyes, and a purr that sounds like the wheels came off a freight train. Carrying live pigs. On a downgrade.

OK, so her purr sounds a bit...unnerving. But she is sweet, and we enjoyed visiting with her (and the Mistress) this week.

Here are some of Neighbor’s favorite neighborhoods:


The stairs.


The rug.


The table.