Scrabble has taken to tucking herself into this Scrabble-sized corner in Steve’s office, against the radiator, where it’s nice and toasty:
Photo by Sharon Lee
It being Sunday, Mozart decided to have a Second Breakfast, with his Faithful Fan Club looking on. Hungrily.
Photo by Sharon Lee
. . .the orange thing is a throwing ring; the Toy of the Hour, even when there are no Thumbs around to throw it. Sprite carries it with her from room to room, like a teddy bear.
If one might inquire, where was the throwing ring procured?
Oh, geez. We won a whole arm-full of them an arcade in Ocean City, Maryland, one misspent autumn day, years ago. There are only two left, after all this time — the orange one, and a green one.
Many thanks. I can keep my eye out for them now. I like having something to hunt for.
I like the kitchen rugs, by the way.
I love all of them, thank you.
(It’s particularly nice to see Scrabble, who I don’t seem to catch much – and to see Mozart eating.)
Scrabble does not often agree to a photo op. She’s a Private Cat, not like the Maine Coon Show-Offs.
Good to see Mozart chowing down. He looks good.