Why don't I sell you my soul?
Argh! Slightly delayed on dog walk by mild Spike misbehaviour and photography. This entry's ten minutes late already so I'm just sticking in a swift picture post.
Also, on my way out the door, I discovered that Naamah had stolen one of my cherries to play pink juice-stained cat-hockey with in the hallway. Bless.
Also, on my way out the door, I discovered that Naamah had stolen one of my cherries to play pink juice-stained cat-hockey with in the hallway. Bless.