Posted by on Aug 1, 2020 | 15 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe this was once a well?

Oh, okay, okay, toil, but who toils around here except mama and papa.  Toiling was never in my contract, although trouble was definitely part of the agreement, haha.

So why don’t mama and papa make this little circle into a kitty pen, like a play pen for kitties?  Maybe a low stone schiste wall, artfully created to keep critters out and me, safe within?

This is actually a bed of wild asparagus, but you’d never guess that, right?  Give it a few months, those little suckers will start popping out and then where will I roll?

I need to have a little respect around here, that’s for sure. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, got it, mama?

Maybe I’ll get really dirty and go visit mama in her white pants and tee shirt…heh, heh.

Or maybe I can get mama and papa to rock and roll WITH me!

I an always clean them up afterwards…