After our dinner we made our way to Capitol Hill for a visit with J. and her family. Throughout my childhood my parents and I would most often be found spending our Thanksgiving at J.'s house. When my parents moved away from the area that tradition went away as well, but I have many a fond memory of those evenings. When we arrived S., J.'s daughter showed me this chalkboard that she had recently unearthed in a spare bedroom. These are both cats that I drew on such Thanksgiving evenings. The one on the left was done when I was six and the one to the right was done at seven, which the numbers attest to. I drew another cat below them but totally forgot to document it. Let it be known that it was marginally better than the drawings I did as a child. But only marginally.