Picked up Kord from the vets yesturday after his last dip, he wasn't feeling very well since they diag. bronchitis. But that did not stop him from laying claim to the bed! Or chasing the cat, or wanting play.
Whiskeyjack took advantage of everyone being elsewhere:
Kord said...uhuhuh:
Nope, this is mine, I am not listening to you!
Mom, go away please I am sleepy.
Peek a boo kitty!
Ok I clean the lenz and I continue to get those circles, but only in the living room? Ghosts? Spirits? Oh and a cat named Smokey Joe:
Dawn