Last night the gray kitty I call Cinza wandered into our apartment and she and Ginger touched noses. That reminded me of this really cute picture of Ginger touching noses with a calf on John's farm in Anderson. Of course as soon as the calf's mother saw what was going on she charged and Ginger and I had to run to get out of her way. The farm where we spent so much time is in the middle of all the wild fires in Grimes County and the surrounding areas and I have no idea whether the house is still there or has burned down. I'm pretty sure the beautiful pond that Ginger and the other dogs used to swim in has dried up. We haven't had any rain in this part of Texas in months and have had record breaking temperatures.