Welcome to Our Web Page
When this web page began more than twenty years ago, it described most of the activities of our whole family. Now that most of our children have flown the coop, it is mostly about what Ann and I (Dave) have been up to. I update it most weekends. We save all the messages over the past year in an Archive along with links to what we were doing ten and twenty years ago.
You can click on the pictures above to get a bit more information about each of us.
Louie
September 2005 – January 29, 2025
Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask
for what you want.
— Joseph Wood Krutch
Am writing an essay on the life history of insects and have
abandoned the idea of writing about "How Cats Spend Their Time"
— W.N.P. Barbellian (Journal of a Disappointed Man)
Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask
for what you want.
— Joseph Wood Krutch
Am writing an essay on the life history of insects and have
abandoned the idea of writing about "How Cats Spend Their Time"
— W.N.P. Barbellian (Journal of a Disappointed Man)
For the past few months Louie has been showing his age: losing weight, having difficulty jumping onto chairs and sofas, and generally being more dishevelled in appearance. Back in the fall the vet warned us that he was having trouble adjusting his medications and that his days might be numbered. That prediction came to pass early on Wednesday when Louie followed Ann into the bathroom and then keeled over. We think that it was his heart that eventually gave out.
Louie was always a bit of a curmudgeon but he got a lot more gregarious after Ginger died and Morgan moved out. In his later years he was almost outgoing, turning up to check out our band practices and demanding to sit on the keyboard whenever I used my laptop. Now as we rattle around the house we realize all the ways he affected our day to day life: no need for the dirt box or his perch, no need to protect the sofas from his claws by covering them with blankets, no need to close the bathroom door to stop him from waking us up by playing with the tub faucet to coax out some water droplets, no need to close the bedroom door to prevent him from sleeping on Ann's pillow. He'll be missed.