To the right of where I stood to take this picture are two graves:
My first two cats are buried here by the garage. The top one, Fluffy Marie's, is not legible because of algae that has grown on it. This one, Priscilla Mae ("Prissy") was my very first cat I got at age 12 when my poodle died. Prissy's mother was my paternal grandmother's barn cat. My dad made these headstones for them, and I carved their names and dates into the concrete.
My parents bought this house before I was 2; they have lived in it since I was 4. Someday, too soon for me no matter when, all of this will be gone-----sold. So, I am capturing the memories while I can.