I forgot Millie. She is 11 this year. I think it was '05 when she was pulled out of a corn chute at a feed mill. (Hence, her name.) How she got in there, I'll never know, but I was there buying rabbit chow and it was her
lucky day. There is a birdfeeder just outside of this window, and so it is her favorite spot.
Tonight I was making yoghurt, don't-ya-know, and there was this fascinating pattern of burnt milk on the bottom of the pan.