He's been very thankful for the trucks, cars and hordes of screaming children along my street.

Sometimes I forget that he has been with me for such a short time.
Le sigh.
Ceasing Ramble.
Dull sharpies are blunt, not often to the point, but can get a story across in faded letters and under much pressure; much like me.
2 comments:
I love when the breeze goes through my fur too! Ahh, spring time! It is great that you can open the windows for him so he can smell the fresh air!
I love the white spot in the middle of his back.
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