If the wife had her way, she would have dozens of cats and screw our allergies. As is, we will stick with our one cat, Harley. She will be 17 soon and still tries to get out come spring and summer. In winter she remembers what a princess she is and just sits surveying her indoor kingdom. The wife is the queen, of course. You can guess what that makes me...The court jester.
Well back from Dallas in morning. Just in time for winters return.
Well back from Dallas in morning. Just in time for winters return.