I'm sitting in the LL's lap, enjoying the company of the peepul, since they left me alone for 23 hours yesterday.
Sunday Cat on My Head selfie blog hop.
We got through Hermine's visit with no more than a down tree on the back section of the property. But I have awoken to a much larger problem. This is a serious, mega situation. That my friends is my food container. Yes, that is the bottom of it that you are looking at. Oh my COD! This is a real emergency, way more scary than a piddly rain storm. I certainly hope LL and LM plan to remedy this situation before my second breakfast. Maybe LL can take the work car and run the blue lights all the way to the store and back.
It's raining mice and chickens outside. We are being visited by someone named Hermine. I don't know if it's hers or mine, but LL and I just sitting here in the chair observing it. This hunkering business is pretty hard work, it requires many naps to endure .
No I'm not talking about the ham like stuff that comes in can, but email SPAM. I'm sure glad that my Gmail pays attention to ...