Other than planning and thinking about the future of personal freedom, my biggest passion is probably the animals in my life. I’m a sucker for homeless animals, so all of the ones I have were homeless in one fashion or another. This is Charlotte, who is almost 2 years old. She and her two sisters are from a stray I took in not too long before they were born. The mother was too skittish to be adoptable, and her daughters inherited a good deal of her fear of people, so I didn’t believe anybody would be happy with them since they were never going to be typical cuddly house cats. Charlotte and her sisters, Emily and Anne, were named for the writing Bronte sisters. I’ll introduce you to others of the McElroy Zoo along the way, because I can assure you that they’re more interesting than I am.

I’d love to move to the Caribbean, so what’s been keeping me here?
UPDATE: No, I really haven’t died; I’ve just lost my sense of purpose
Life as misunderstood stranger feels like walking through a fog
What’s the best word for those of us who just want to be left alone?
Hidden chains need to be broken, so I’ve become a reluctant rebel
Be careful what you hunger for; it’s very often not what you need
‘I understand all you’re saying, but what if I’ve waited too late?’
As I quietly watch my world burn, I’m painfully aware this isn’t fine