Here is Gracie being funny. 
Dad made us blueberry pancakes for breakfast on Saturday. Quite the mess indeed.
She's never taken to pasta so well before. It must be the delicious Bertolli sauce. Again, quite the mess.
Friday I got home nearing 1 am after a nite out with my girls and came to discover this little cat out on our deck. Dave told me that he scared Romeo (the fat guy on the left) so bad that he actually tinkled. I saw the puddle myself but find it hard to believe that fear led such a massive creature to such an act. Personally I think he was marking his territory. Anyway, I've named the little cat Skipper. I don't know why, it just popped in my head and I think it fits. Last summer we had a momma kitty give birth to her kittens up in a hallow branch in our oak tree and I'm thinking this might be one of those kittens. The tips of his ears are gray like maybe they've been frost bit, being he's very skinny and I'm assuming a stray. He's come around 3 nites in a row now and I'm thinking I'm going to have to adopt him. Could he be returning because I'm feeding him?
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