Max and Guinness from outside

This was 1975. I was in the backyard looking in at the cats looking

out at me. Max, on the bed, was Guinness's mother and less than two

years old. Guinness was just a few months old.



I lost touch with Guinness when I moved out of this house while he

stayed behind. But Max went with some friends I saw fairly often; she

lived to be eighteen.