Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
For six days did he search for an American bittern, and for six days was he disappointed. And he was sorely vexed, for one year and one day had passed since his last sighting. But lo on the seventh day was a bittern revealed to him, and great was his pleasure for deep was his love, and he left rejoicing.
After living in isolation in my wife’s office during his first two weeks with us, we slowly let Boo expand both his contact with the other pets and his exposure to the rest of the house. He was more than ready to start exploring but still rather nervous about it and sought out safety zones where he could retreat when he got overwhelmed. He soon discovered the gap behind the washer and dryer could fit a Boo but not a Boolie.
Literally minutes after taking one of my favorite pictures of Ellie, I snapped one of my favorite pictures of Sam. Of course I have many favorites of our photogenic feline, there’s silent Sam, snowy Sam, snuggly Sam, scary Sam, sleepy Sam, shadowy Sam, scrunchy Sam, and so many others.
I can’t find him anywhere.
Boolie 