I'm trying to type with a cat leaning on my computer, and her head wresting on my wrist. She is difficult to discourage, and keeps mee-arw-ing at me. She may look dainty, and can fold herself into the size of a loaf of bread, but McKinzey is a Big Girl.
What is she contemplating?
Here is Goosey,
who's plaintive cries lured me out into the cold on Wed.
This is the best shot I could get!
All those leaves cracking off the branches,
and you'd think I could catch more than these,
but I couldn't
The back fields were covered with frost.
The leaves have completely fallen from this front tree,
leaving just the berries.
Well, that's it for now - I still feel rotten, but oh well... xoxoxo G.