I picked up some mittens that a kind soul dropped off at the bookstore some time during the last week. I'd love to thank that kind soul -- but don't know who it is. Anyone?
The handwriting looks vaguely familiar.
And, of course, in this house, you can't take a picture without help:
The black tail belongs to this one:
He will not look at me this morning, no matter how many times I say his name. Asshat.