“Peek-a-boo! Good morning to our dear friends!”
You did a good job saying Good morning, Patches, now hop out and get some breakfast!
It’s chilly, only 39, but not a cloud in the sky!
What’s this?
“That must be my special “senior” food, Francis. I ran out last night.” 
Watch the gate, Ann:
Anyway, we’re celebrating this beautiful morning with peppermint hearts:
Not that we need a reason—Oh no!—this is a rotten picture of lovely me. . .
I look like a fish! 🐴