Out the Window

My REI comfort lounger chair finally arrived. Now I can work outside. The cats are jealous. Louie's like, hey, isn't that my lime tree? (See, that's his head peeking out the window, staring at the lime tree hidden behind the pagoda. He's got sharp eyes, that one.)

The Call of the Wild or White Strombeek

". . . thousands of men were rushing into the Northland. These men wanted cats, and the cats they wanted were heavy cats with strong muscles by which to toil and furry coats to protect them from the frost." --Jack London, The Call of the Wild

He's a Big Pig, You Can Be a Big Pig too. . .

When I told Strombeek I required some Groundhog Day assistance, I think she imagined something along the lines of this.