They’re noisy little fluff bombs. Not sure whether we have boys or girls yet, enjoying the fluffiness while it lasts.
Carry your shoes and make sure you send the dog first. Sandy food and showers of wet, shaking dog. Toes dipped in washes of cold sea.
Poorly Evie this evening, not even cat nurse is helping, (even with purr set to mega).
Yes I’m cooking bacon, yes I see your nose has brought you from a deep sleep to my side. No there isn’t any spare, no you can’t have a bit.