San Francisco is a lot different than it was when I moved here.
Still awfully pretty, though.


San Francisco is a lot different than it was when I moved here.
Still awfully pretty, though.


I am cat-sitting for a Norwegian forest cat that is so recently adopted that he does not yet have a name. He does, however, have his own forest.
I don’t know, but it sureĀ looks like a young Caucasian shepherd (aka ovcharka).
Someone pulled a little too hard and in the wrong direction, I think.
It was dark outside, so although this pup spent the entire time I was there going back and forth and hugging (no, literally hugging, wrapping paws around and everything) these two guys, I only got this one shot with one of them standing in the way. Sorry about that. But I think her expression says it all.
Okay, that’s not her ‘official’ breed, which is labradoodle, but she’ll always be a scruffalicious pupper to me, even when she gets older than her current five months.
Some cats in the Macy’s window display spend all their time sleeping. Some spend all their time playing. And some spend all their time looking out at all the people who are looking in at them.
Gia is 4 months old, and as hyper as you would expect. And according to my notes, Gia’s parents are trying to get the hashtag ‘#GiaTheShep’ started. Well, they probably mean on Instagram, but now it’s on Twitter too, so there!
Homer (1.5 years old) and his mom were staring into the Macy’s holiday SPCA windows at an adorable playing kitten. I thinkĀ someone wants a little brother or sister!
I mistyped the title as ‘Pappy the Great Date’. Twice. Think I might be trying to suggest something subconsciously.