Must...control...fist of death....
One of the dogs cornered a baby raccoon yesterday. It's amazing the growls that can come from an eight-inch ball of fur.
Woke up last night to the sound of a squeaky-toy in the back yard. Turns out we have a new cat in the neighborhood.
Woke up later to hear Tigger is still in heat.
Woke up much later when the baby raccoon and his mom were nosing - and noising - around the vegetable garden stockade.
Woke up at 4:00 a.m. when Jaffa decided it was time for some Pounce treats.
Never really woke up since only decaf coffee was available at work this morning.
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