Domestic Bliss – Of The Feline Kind

Gypsy at Computer Holly at Computer

What – you didn't believe that we are the webmasters of this site?

Gypsy's Robert De Niro look

You're talkin' to me???

Tiger looking at guitar notes

Hmmm ... Is it really supposed to sound the way it does when our mom plays it?

Holly in front of bathroom mirror

A true lady can never spend too much time in front of the mirror.

Holly yawning

Life can be such a bore ...

Tiger hunting toy mouse

Gotcha!!

Holly posing

Still life with cat.

Gypsy and Tiger at balcony door Gypsy and Tiger at balcony door

And of course: Cat TV!

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She might be without country, without nation, but inside her there was still a being that could exist and be free, that could simply say I am without adding a this, or a that, without saying I am Indian, Guyanese, English, or anything else in the world. Sharon Maas: Of Marriageable Age.

Through our maps, we willingly become a part of their boundaries. If our home is included, we feel pride, perhaps familiarity, but always a sense that this is ours. If it is not, we accept our roles as outsiders, though we may be of the same mind and culture. In this way, maps can be dangerous and powerful tools. Debbie Lee Wesselmann: Trutor and the Balloonist.

I believe in such cartography – to be marked by nature, not just label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. ... All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps. Michael Ondaatje: The English Patient.

Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it's not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you've been to. I'm not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don't have to be like anyone else. I'm walking on the wall and nobody can stop me. Hugo Hamilton: The Speckled People.