Winter Sleep

To round out the year, our big Endymion sleeping contentedly on one of my favorite sweaters. Endymion has long been a fool for sweaters; one of Betty’s can’t be worn anymore because Endymion made it his bed for so long, and stretched out parts of it with his kneading.

Helen Boyd

is the author of My Husband Betty and She's Not the Man I Married.


  1. I’m a recent reader to your blog, but as a SF fan, I love your cat’s name! And how do they know to sleep on the one thing one wants to keep free of hair! I was at your presentation at transnyc, not sure if you’d remember me, but happy new year.

  2. Sure I remember you – good to have you here. Our other cat, who we thought was female, was originally Aenea.

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