Mrs J is from a small town a stone throw from the Mighty Mississippi and she grew up eating fish from those waters.  She won’t go long without demanding fried fish for dinner.  These are cod fillets instead of catfish but she was satisfied nonetheless.  The tartar sauce has a ton of dill in it.Someone found this old dog astray down by the county line and brought it in to St Francis.  Poor dog looks to be half starved.  I’m sure the good folks at the shelter will have him bulked up faster than you can say Chris Christie.I took this one of Toby and Bea a few years ago and ran across it while browsing through my archives.  The original was in color but I’ve run it through an editing program to convert it to B&W and added some film grain with an appropriate filter.  I like it better this way.Moar sammich!  I always make what looks like way too much salad garnish for these things but I manage to eat it all – I keep adding back what falls off so every bite has plenty of crunch.Kittehs!  Mrs J says she is just the sweetest little thing.  They’ve named her Socks.  She’s about eight weeks old.  She likes to reach out and pat you with her cute little paw.  Peeking out from atop the other shoulder of the volunteer is a little gray and white boy kitteh, Fraggle.  He’s a tad younger that Socks.This little calico is named Lizzie.  She’s ten weeks old.  Mrs J doesn’t have any info on the other kitty.  They are snuggled together in one of the kitteh beds she makes