Willow adopted me 14 yeas ago at a state park cabin at Hunting Island. As I was opening the door, she strolled in and jumped on the bed that I would sleep in that night. That’s where she’s slept ever since. In this photo she’s guarding my journal. Whenever I leave it on my bed she perches on it. Perhaps she’s the real origin of the writing that starts there and ends up in my blog.