Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
I suspected the orange tabby knew more than he was letting on, but who was he protecting? Who? Who? Was he not answering or could I not hear above his raucous purrs? I needed to take my investigation elsewhere if I was going to solve the mystery of the fallen tree.
Take pride in what you do, that was Emma’s advice for the other young artists out there. From 2009, we adopted her the Christmas two years prior.
It’s time for my favorite Christmas tradition, the re-posting of the image of Emma and the tree she loved too much, taken in December 2009.
You cannot run from the love of Trixie, least not while she’s sleeping on your legs.
We’ve had cats for many years so I’ve long since gotten used to my spot being stolen if I get up for any reason. Even so, come on!
Boolie 