My darling Beau  (Beauregard,  Bobo, Bo-Dacious) has found his eyrie on the king size mattress leaning  against the wall.  From here he is lord of all he surveys, and can hold  his position against all comers.  Beau's paws are usually white, last  night he got in and on some old art I left out while trying to find  something   to prove that I can draw objects other than unshaded lineart disturbed cartoon talking  rabbits.  He is not the least bit contrite and will do it again if I let  him.  Beau has a very good opinion of himself and knows how handsome he  is into the bargain.  Beau has become Shiva, destroyer of prized  objects!   *************************************************************************    There was never a sweeter or better tempered kitty.  I wish I could have let you go outside more.  But now you will be in the yard that you love until I come and get you, and then we will cross the bridge together....