Good morning! Oh goodness, I need to get up:
Oh my, look at those clouds:
”Good morning Francis and everyone. We’re having our favorite kind of breakfast: Kit-n-Kaboodle from a just-opened bag, in just-cleaned bowls!”
Sounds yummy, Charlie. Anyway, for some reason, RC went in Rose’s stall. . .
So Rose went in his:
Speaking of being somewhere you’re not supposed to be. . .
Our resident raccoon eats Betty’s breakfast, has a drink, and (at about the 1 minute, 20 second mark) jumps in:
🦝