Here’s my pal, Buddy. I was telling a Buddy story to a friend the other day and he said Buddy sounds like a free spirit. He is indeed. I had Buddy out in the backyard last weekend for a few hours to give Kitty a reprieve from her closet prison. She only ventured out as far as the bedroom door, then she’d turn and run for the sanctity of the closet. Poor Kitty. Buddy has her too scared to come out when he isn’t even in the house. While Buddy was out, I was sitting in my studio working on a glass project and I look out the window to see Buddy running by. In the front yard. Loose. So much for fences.