Beano looks like he’s hatching a plot to take over the world.
Look familiar?

Same computer, different tuxedo cats, different locations for the House of Fielding.

This photo of Hugh is nearly three years old and the old tom’s been gone a year a half now, but his popularity lives on — in photos and videoclips. This picture of Hugh just got its 50th fave, and has now been viewed 2,900 times on Flickr. He’s the Elvis of the Cat World, [...]

As of next week this videoclip will be two years old (it’s the last video I have with David on it, as well), but I still get comments on it from people who watch it and say how much they like the video and love Hugh (click on the video to see the comments). What [...]

February 19, 2005
David put the five frames together and uploaded this into his photostream, but it’s one of my favourite pictures so I’ve uploaded it into mine as well.

I fell asleep on the couch after a flying trip; our old tomcat Hugh napped with me. Gail’s flash, in the dark, didn’t wake us up.
It [...]

I received some very cute mail recently, have a look:

by Michael, age 6
Michael’s in first grade, and from all accounts he’s doing very well in school and is happy to spend time with other boys his age. He loves his sisters, but he’s very outnumbered.

by Maddy, age 5
Maddy just started kindergarten, and she’s [...]

June 24, 2005
Photo credit: David
David’s feet and Hugh on the prowl in the front yard. It’s out of focus, but I like the feeling of the picture. I’ve never seen this photo before — I was in Vancouver waiting for my visa and David and Hugh were waiting for me at home. David would phone [...]

April 29, 2005
House of Fielding
Scranton, Pennsylvania
David carving our initials into the magnolia tree beside our house.
October 1, 2006
I made this videoclip to mark what would’ve been our first anniversary. A smaller, slightly different version can be found here on Blip.TV.
Music: “Fly Me to the Moon” - Frank Sinatra
Track #13 on David’s memorial CD. (My goal [...]

March 2, 2005
Some shots I found in my collection, from our house in Scranton. What a personality.

Dear David,
In Month Eight I went to the place where I scattered your ashes. I arrived late in the afternoon on a weekday so I could be alone. I needed to sit and listen: to the hum of the insects, to the faint rustling of trees, the echo of nearly 50 years of antique airplanes [...]

I escaped the heat by meandering home along PATH, and stopped to buy some clothes for the kidlets (four nieces, one nephew) in a sale. Once I arrived home and checked my mailbox, this is what I found:

Hugh, by Melissa, age 7

Dear Auntie Gail
I wish Hugh lived a little longer. I hope you [...]