Ryder is one of our cats. He originally belonged to my mother-in-law. She had a hard time deciding on a name for him. She toyed with "Nickel" and "Baby" but neither name felt just right. The Ryder Cup golf tournament was held in Rochester that year and finally she decided on "Ryder Cup." Ryder soon made it apparent that he was of royal standing and thus became SIR RYDER OF CUPP.
How's this for maternal love? Or is Mama holding the baby in place so she can catch some ZZZs? Whatever. I love the picture.
