January 18, 2021


What do you see with your big golden eyes?

A bug on the ceiling ~ a fly as it flies?

What's caught your attention? What has you so still?

Scroll down right now, to see what she sees,

I promise you will!


January 17, 2021



Oh, hi there.  I thought we were going to do your Sunday Selfie.

I was just coming close for my morning kiss-kiss first.

I am never one to turn down a kiss-kiss from you!

Happy Sunday little June. Kiss-Kiss.

Happy Sunday Mom. Kiss-Kiss.

January 16, 2021


If you stop by Zoolatry from time to time you probably know that the
Zoolatry Human is fond of her red-and-white stripey things.
Well, I want you to know that Miss June [that's me] is just as fond
of her blue-and-white polka dot things.

It's me and my pillow up above, and below
me and my pillow art-i-fied and 
below that me by my chair art-i-fied.
See all my polka dots!

Today I'm sharing my polka dots at

January 08, 2021


This will be a simple, quiet and reflective day.
I told my story to June yesterday.  I had a need to tell someone. 
The truth was it didn't matter a great deal to her, 
but she is often a good listener if she doesn't fall asleep too quickly.  
Unlike June, rest does not come so easily for me when stress, worry and sadness move in.  

So we've agreed to take a few days off, which we'd sort of planned to do soon anyway.  

June needs to work on her manners ~ I need to tidy-up the 2020 photo files, a tiresome task ~ 
and do some new photography of June, 
she's grown a great deal since her arrival here three-and-a-half months ago 
and we can't keep posting "kitten" photos forever!  

We're always around by email, and we'll be back soon.
Prayers that we all get to January 20 safely.
JUNE and Ann ...   

January 07, 2021


Yesterday I sat atop our polka-dot chair.  Mom below, she barely left the chair throughout the day.  Sometimes I would see a tear roll down her cheek.  Sometimes I saw her shoulders rise and fall and heard a deep sigh. Other times I would hear a louder cry of No, No.  Or see her hand clench and pound the arm of the chair.  I did not understand this day.  Why, I asked.  And then she told me her story.

June ~ college behind me, career ahead.  It was 1964 and loaded with luggage I got off the Amtrack train at Union Station, Washington, DC.  Stepping outside, my first ever sight of the Capitol of the United States, I said with excitement and equal amounts of trepidation ... "the White House is beautiful!" What an embarrassed and foolish young woman I was.  Though time worked its magic and I learned and grew and changed.

I did not work in government, or politics, or live within the city.  But it became my home and I spent more years of my adult life in the nation's Capital and communities around than anywhere else.  Close and dear friends were deeply involved in the political arena.  So many memories of so much remain within . . .   

The slow walk through the rotunda when Hubert Humphrey lay in state.  Several inaugural parades.  The riots of 1968, being in my office, escorted out to safety by a DC policeman, arriving back at my apartment hours later and photographing smoke rising around the Washington Monument as Washington was on fire.  Over the years, extraordinary fireworks celebrating the 4th of July and getting stuck in traffic jams afterwards.  The building over years of the metro system and it's disruption of daily life.  Totally enthralled by the Redskins (taboo name in later years) football team, attending games, being a member of their Monday Morning Quarterback Club and actually meeting players, just loving it all!  The friend who was scheduling secretary for First Lady Rosalyn Carter and often invited me to join her for lunch in the staff lunchroom at the White House, giving bits of a private tour afterwards. Always exploring every museum and sight this city offers.  FONZ, Friend of the National Zoo, volunteering on animal behavior watch. Looking out my office window to see the roof of the White House and the south lawn, an amazing view in every season of the year. The years of my "twenties" passed ~ first with roommates, then being able to afford my own apartment.  Indulging myself, having fun, exploring photography and skiing and motorcycling and travel to Europe.  And even, with a close friend deciding to volunteer time and having our own Girl Scout Brownie Troop.  

As those ten years neared a close, I met and married the man I would share my life with in a Catholic church in Georgetown.  During the next few years our two children were born in a hospital in Washington, DC.  In later years, with sorrow but with love we were there as their grandfather was buried with honors at Arlington National Cemetery.  Family and friends moved away, new friends came into our lives.  As so many we knew chose to visit our nation's Capital over the years that followed, we became hosts and tour guides and came to know this city even better.  And as our children grew, we shared with them it's history, it's majesty, it's beauty and it's meaning.

The time came when we moved on, our lives had changed and for the next twenty years we lived in several different homes in several states.  The children grew, went to college, married, and beautiful grandchildren blessed our lives now. Then life changed again and my husband passed on, crossing his bridge alone into a place I was not yet meant to be part of.  My heart did not know if this was an end or a beginning, though my mind knew it was both. Albeit difficult in a time of sorrow, I focused on the beginning and returned to our nation's Capital, living now in the Maryland suburbs, and was soon able to once again enjoy all the offerings of this extraordinary place.  I have been here now, what I believe and feel is truly my home for nine years, even though a few months ago, moving to another residence.  

June ~ yesterday, I was transfixed, immobile.  Sad and heartbroken.  Angry and hurt.  This place: this place of history and majesty and beauty and meaning!  It is not just my home.  It is our home.  Ours.  Whether one has been here personally, or only seen it in books or on television. Yes, ours, yours.  We should be shedding tears, we should feel shame that others have acted as they have.  And yet we should not point fingers of blame for all share blame for some measure of acceptance if only by silence.  There are sins of commission and sins of omission.

Today let us be thankful that it is not yesterday.  Be thankful it is a new day.  As each new day will come to us.  That is reality.  A new day will come for every one of us and we each have the choice to choose rightness on that day, to be on the side of good, to loudly cry NO, no more of yesterday. Be thankful for today.  

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