Jul. 24th, 2008
We had enough of a break in the green radar globs to get out and wade through the 70+ F dew point thick air. Anyway, when we got back, we discovered Nikita drowsing by my car, observing a squirrel on the sunflower feeder. Ten feet away.
What does that cat think we pay her for, anyway? It ain't for the gray fur on our jeans-legs . . .
What does that cat think we pay her for, anyway? It ain't for the gray fur on our jeans-legs . . .