That was the beautiful Max, his older brother, whom I lost the end of February. He was 18 when he went ahead, and had lived a long and mostly good life. This picture is the two of them waiting for a certain client to arrive. Merlyn was my massage therapy cat -- he felt it was his duty to greet everyone! (Since the very heavy client almost fell on him, he's been a little shyer about coming out to see people. "It was an earthquake, Mom!" he keeps telling me.)