Mom’s back-to-back blog challenges are over, and it’s back to the grindstone for poor me, blogging every Caturday again.
I must say, though, I enjoyed Mom’s writing stories about me on Saturdays.
The night air has been wonderful, and I’ve been enjoying it like this.This way, I can smell anything interesting that goes by, but nothing can bother me, and I can stroll off and have some food or water, or curl up for a soft nap any time I want to. The best of both worlds. Charlie gets mad because I get paw-oil all over the windowsill, but what’s more important: clean windowsills or a happy cat? I ask you.
See you next week!