Just have to find the right spot.
Well, mama putters, but I puddle, haha.
Mama is always squirting WD40 in places that talk or digging in the garden to plant strange things or tying up the broad beans so they don’t blow down in a tramontane or clanking around in the kitchen making peasant under glass or whatever it is she does in there, while I, obviously more aware and sensitive, and responsive to what REALLY needs to be done in life, bask in the golden rays of the sun that grace MY bed.
Somebody has to do it…
You have the right idea, Loulou. Stay in that puddle.
Maybe I could swim a bit.
You puddle too? I make lots of them – on the sidewalk! It’s my favorite thing after food and play. I like to sniff the other puddles and guess – that was a yorkie. Or a bulldog. you get my drift…..
AND MY MAMA KISSES YOU??????Argggggh
My Prancie used to love a good sun puddle.
Oh, I’m so sorry Prancie is no longer with you, Ellen…sigh.
You do it all purrfectly Loulou!
Yes, if only mama could take a proper photo IN FOCUS!
So true, Loulou ! “It’s a tough job…”
Absolutely exhausted from puddling, I remain, Yours, Loulou.