It’s Caturday. Time to go out, sit in the sun, and watch my nephews play lacrosse.
First, my girl in the sun.
Next, this is as close as I got to getting a kippa on Tig.
Go out and enjoy. It’s hitting the eighties here in Richmond.
It’s Caturday. Time to go out, sit in the sun, and watch my nephews play lacrosse.
First, my girl in the sun.
Next, this is as close as I got to getting a kippa on Tig.
Go out and enjoy. It’s hitting the eighties here in Richmond.
The pic of Gracie makes me want to stroke her flank, and the pic of Tig makes me want to skritch his chin.
“Next, this is as close as I got to getting a kippa on Tig.”
Phew. Saved from having to produce one of Otis stealing the Afikomen! :)
Chairwoman, he did not like having a kippa put on his head. Hoo-wee, did he not like it. I don’t think I’ll be trying that again.
Yeah, cats get a little strange when it comes to some things.