Ellen Larsen Geer

I had the singular honor of being sitter of Carla, the Barn Cat. Ellen made it clear that the barn was Carla's home
One dark and stormy night I heard howling coyotes circling the barn. Throwing personal safety to the winds, I ran to the barn and carried Carla into the safety of Ellen's warm kitchen. I wasn't really surprised when upon her return home, Ellen called me to find out how Carla had learned how to sleep on Ellen's bed. Ellen was a good sport with class. But mostly, she was always a lady. RIP, my friend.