Every nite Gray Cat goes outside to play for 10, 15 minutes max. Each nite she comes home smelling smoky – as if she’s been lounging by a wood fire. I’ve tasked Ralph with figuring out how to put GPS on her to figure out where she’s going.
Archive for January, 2013
At music last nite, we shared our table with a dad and his 6 yo daughter, who was just finishing up her small cup of choc ice cream. She had it all over the outside of her mouth and even on her chin. How does this happen? I was hoping they had come earlier, so I could watch the progression of the choc on her face. And then dad gave her a spit bath [which I didn’t know people did anymore]!