HarleyBiscuit was twelve when I rescued her from the Manteo animal shelter. She'd been there
seven months because she was not nice, so no one wanted her.
I brought her home anyway, and after four months she let us pet her with-
out hissing and biting. A year and a half later, she's become the sweetest biscuit-making lap kittykat I've ever had.
The purpose of art is washing the dust of our daily life off of our soul.