The least you little fuzzy creeps could do is make the bed for us. You little fuzzy creeps. I can say that Lily was pretty ticked off at me when I took my jacket out from under her. Sorry, Lils.
Photo a day 158/365.
The least you little fuzzy creeps could do is make the bed for us. You little fuzzy creeps. I can say that Lily was pretty ticked off at me when I took my jacket out from under her. Sorry, Lils.
Photo a day 158/365.
I am toast. Mentally and physically. Well done to the point of being burnt toast.
Good night everyone.
No cats were disturbed during the snapping of this picture. I promise.
Two furry friends, hanging out together.
I went back to the Sugar Free Bakery today. It had been a couple of months since my last visit, maybe even longer than that.
The cookies were calling to me. I had to cave in to the temptation.
I’m not shopping, I’m just paying homage.
The cats are displaying my feelings perfectly. I just want to nap… and nap… and nap.
Time to fly home.

Crazy. We were only here for one week!
Dad’s camera is making a brief stop at the Polynesian Hotel. Someone wanted a Dole Whip for the road.