… and whenever she talks about it, it reminds me of my own black cat of many years ago in New York.  His name was Jefferson.  Named for Thomas, not George.

Another friend tells me he was a “Russian Blue.”  (Because Russians are colorblind.)

You can tell these are old photos because the note on the door reminds you, “Lost!  Tonight!”  (There is also a campaign sign for my nearly successful Supreme Court run in the early 2000’s.)