“Good morning, everyone! Goodness, Greg, these masks really do smell ‘springtime fresh,’ just like Francis says:”
“Smells like cheap laundry detergent perfume to me, Tiger—and, ‘Good morning!’ to everyone, too.” 😺
We won’t wear them today, cats, because it’s pouring. Here’s a look at the tempest (more after video):
“I wouldn’t call it a tempest, Francis. We’ve seen worse.”
Point taken, Stormy, but the cracks of lightning have been fierce. Anyway, it looks like the chickens are running between the raindrops to get in here:
Finally, back in the house, it seems the place to be is Ann’s egg bag. First, there’s Greg. . .
Then, Tiger:
There must be something about that bag that only cats understand. 🐴