Things that I like, or make, or think about, with thanks to God.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I prefer to call "it" Spot, because Bengal Boy assumes too much. This gorgeous animal has been hanging out in our yard nearly every day, and tries to get Gus to play with him/her. It stole one cat toy already and nearly got away with a second.
What parents of such an expensive and exotic creature would let it roam the neighborhood? Is she really homeless? Is he just lonely? I'm halfway hoping our foster-parenting might lead to outright adoption. But for now, we just admire the beauty.