Good morning! It’s a sleepy, hot Sunday. Excuse me, while I clean up RC’s leftovers:
“The heat certainly is back, Francis. I’m about to go snuggle with the other kitties under all these weeds.”
Smart move, little cat.
Anyway, these hairs could only belong to Stormy:
“Mea culpa, Francis. I had to scratch my butt again. A fly bit it:”
I hate when that happens, Stormy. 🐴