Got a package today from my friend Pat. Normally, Doug and I put packages in quarantine, but we were both curious so I opened it. Inside was a package of cat butt magnets and a book about farts, and a note from Pat wishing me a happy late birthday. Because Pat is awesome.
We had a visitor to the yard this morning, and yesterday morning too. He seems to be taking great delight in digging up the grass, especially the newly planted stuff. Jerk. Cute jerk, but still a jerk.
This is my third picture of a robin in the bird bath, but the first one not taken from inside the porch, and also the first one actually showing the water splashing around. I was just on the other side of the table from the bird bath, so I got a nice view.
Gandalf and Ferrous snoozing together on the porch. I swear.
…what am I gonna do.
A nice sunny windowsill is a good place to warm up Ollie’s breakfast.
It turns out that a spotted eggshell does not mean the egg inside is also spotted. (sample size=1)
Ferrous kept a very close eye on this groundhog/woodchuck when it came for a visit this morning.
Some folks from my ASL learning group tested out the new Facebook “Rooms” feature tonight. Worked OK, though it tended to crop people funny, which is a problem when signing.
Gandalf is trapped by the sun, and must nap. Nevermind that it’s not even 9am and he already needs a nap. He’s a cat.
As you can see, Doug’s got the coworker who sits too close and watches everything he does while breathing really loud (god, that guy’s annoying), and the manager who watches everything from above (ugh).
