It…
2009 July 12
It ... is Chuchay
It…ummm….she…is Chuchay. Suppose you wake up from a nightmare and the minute you open your eyes, a clump of unidentified furry object perched on top of your Shakespeare, Salinger and Dickinson. Well, that would be one heck of a scare. But no one else would be as frightened as I am other than the pigeon outside the window that’s been anticipating a furry predator ready to launch an attack.
Really, predators are born slick and capricious, especially when they are in black suits and camera-prompted faces.
But Chuchay is not a predator in this case. She is simply a clump of unidentified furry object.
