Short and sweet. Let’s make it a whimsical day. It will be for me, and you certainly have the potential as well. My alarm went off this morning as I was hugging Julia Roberts in a dream, and she was going to take me somewhere. Hmmm, maybe she was taking me to the waking world. Yeah, I’ll run with that. Sweet.
Above you see the formidable Petra. She’s an older cat who really needs to go home with somebody. Long gray fur, sweet disposition, but she sleeps a lot. I think it’s kennel depression. It happens.
Wish me luck with my whimsy. I have a target in sight but anything will do, except maybe said target might . . .ummm, never mind. Wait a minute. I do mind. It feels lovely minding this way.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously, k?