Of course I cried a lot this weekend. Not just because my boy left me, but because he left me alone with this one.
Very difficult to photograph, as the black sucks up all the light. She also doesn't like to sit still.
Hal used to call her the 'belligerent b!tch.' Pablo alternates between 'mastodon' and 'angry mop.' I just sigh and call her either Girlie or Crank(ette). This is going to be an interesting adjustment for both of us, as neither of us really cares much for the other; Mamasan acted as sort of a buffer between us.