Kitty blends into the leaves, snoozing away in yesterday afternoon’s sun:
But no sun this morning: 😾
Onslow is up an apple tree:
And what would the morning be without a little vandalism?
Rose says, “Feed me now and gripe about it later.” 🐎
I'm Francis. Deal with it.
Kitty blends into the leaves, snoozing away in yesterday afternoon’s sun:
But no sun this morning: 😾
Onslow is up an apple tree:
And what would the morning be without a little vandalism?
Rose says, “Feed me now and gripe about it later.” 🐎