Friday the 13th

Yeah, it's been a pretty unlucky day for me. I couldn't finish my take-home math midterm exam by the due time, and had to turn it in incomplete. What's worse, the exact second I clicked "OK" for exam submission, the clock strike 4:00 and website said it was too late.

This is a framed picture I took years ago of my former cat, Andy. My older cat, Slate, died of age in January 2002. Fletcher, my former fat golden retriever, died of cancer in May 2002. So Andy, the last and youngest of 3 pets, disappeared into the woods in June 2002. He was presumed dead because of cats' tendency to die in timed isolation.

Kirby an evil genius Beagle, came along a few weeks after the death of Fletcher's. Kirby is part of a new generation of pets in my family, along with sweetheart Tillie, a mix of Pitbull and English Setter, belonging to my dad. Later came along Buster, a mix of Beagle and Boston Terrier, belonging to my mom, along with Kirby.

Andy and Kirby are the only ones from each generation to have met.



Well, some of these photos were included in my first blip entry.