I have a feral Egyptian Mau living in my house that my girl friend found in the dumpster out side of my house. I would guess it couldn't have been more then a week or two old when she salvaged this pitiful feline. A careful examination reviled that while slightly dirty, it was in fact in perfect working condition (Why someone would throw out a perfectly good cat is beyond me, perhaps they didn't like the color). It cried for 2 weeks straight and wouldn't come out from beneath my living room couch (I was beginning to realize why its previous owners left it for the sanitation workers). Eventually he protruded from his cramped sanctuary and nothing in this house has been mine since. He has claimed everything, my furniture, my art supplies and sometimes I fear even my girlfriend. I fancy him having strange chimeras, and this picture is one such fancy. It is a portrait of my grand culinary quarters, and occupying the quarters is myself, Chelsea (mine or his girlfriend), and Anson a.k.a (Pickles).