Phelicity in the Light

Baby at window	Baby at fishbowl, 1992

Beauty at age 4,	Phelicity in lamplight

Looking at the light	Looking at the snow

Note: That is solid snow drifted up on the storm door.






Phelicity at 8 in a different light.

A Special Ode to Phelicity,

A Luxurious Cat

She settles down in her silvery gown,
All fluffy and plush and bright,
Draped on the arm of the sofa,
With whiskers so long and white,

She'll stretch and sigh and bat a blue eye,
And dangle a tufted toe,
Arrange her tail in an elegant sweep,
Crossing gloves as white as snow.

So humans say, when looking her way,
The thing they have all agreed:
She surely is a luxurious cat,
A luxurious cat indeed!

And if she hears, she tilts little ears
And contentedly sighs a sigh,
"How wise of them to notice what
A luxurious cat am I."

Phelicity at 11. In any room, she is the light.