Thanking bloemday for the lovely title! :)

My daughter, 4 days old.

Can anyone think of a (preferably creepy!) 'lil story for this?

This was the last picture I took on my trip to France a few months back. A random click out the car's window on the way to the airport. Not even sure why but I really like this one.

This is Mitz. She is probably the craziest, most temperamental, most emotional & most ANNOYING cat on the planet - but I love her to bits. It's more than that, actually. I am forever indebted to her.

We got her while I was suffering from depression. I was a total mess, for the longest time, and I was pretty reluctant to get a cat at first, thinking that I couldn't take care of a living thing when I can't even take care of myself. But she desperately needed a home. She was rescued from a park after a very stormy night by a guy my wife knew, when she was a few days old kitten. All her siblings died that night and she was the only one who survived. She was in critical condition herself, but luckily enough that (lovely) guy found her in time and rushed her to the vet, where they managed to stabilize her. And by the time she got better he had to leave the country. So we took her in. And I really had no idea how having her in our home could change my life. Her being there - to look after, to play with, to sit on my lap and purr, and even to be annoyed by - filled my life with so much light. She is one of the main factors in my healing process. She managed to lift me up at a time when nothing else could.

IF a cat could be considered a "thing", Mitz would definitely be one of my most favorite & dearest things in the world.