There’s a story here but I’m not quite sure what it is. Trixie likes laying and playing on the crinkle bag so I’m guessing she was playing with one of her shoestrings and fell asleep with the crinkle bag on top of her.
An American alligator yawns with its mouth wide open, I presume to left off heat, on a sunny day at Huntington Beach State Park in South Carolina in July 2007.
You know little Squeaks, the birds might come closer if you could restrain your enthusiasm a little bit. There’s a brave mourning dove that comes close to the sliding glass door that really gets her going, she flattens herself to the floor and whips her tail back and forth and chirps at her feathered friend.
I decided it was finally time to tell Sam that we are moving to Arizona. He took it well.
Trixie may not love to squeeze into impossibly tight spaces like the Incredible Bendable Boo, but she is a tiny little cat and thus can curl up even in some of Boo’s smaller boxes with relative ease.
“When the shadows rise and the path lies hidden, do not despair! For then shall the light pierce the darkness and fall upon its champion, master of dark and light, for he is dark and light, and he shall guide you.”
So concludes today’s reading from “The Book of Boo”.