A Silence In The House Dept.

That dead silence emanating from my side of the screen needed to be broken one way or another; might as well break said fast with a little personal news. Not good news, I fear.

Pepper, my khorat of some six years of age, had to be put to sleep the other week due to an aggressive and spreading cancer in his jaw. He was a remarkably reticent and sweet-natured cat: whenever he'd want to come into my office, he would stand at the door and tap politely on it. I work in a drafting chair with a footr...