. . . muttered the ogre

Yesterday we had visitors including a big dog. My boys briefly hid in the bedroom, then came out cautiously for a better look. Rocky even touched noses with the dog.

The local Humane Society gets a surprising number of cats with kinked tails, and I don’t mean the classic Siamese bend at the last bone; I’ve seen about six with two or more right angles.

For “Black Friday” the local Humane Society has a special on black cats; so I took two, born in June. They quickly made themselves at home.

A few pix.

Faré tells me that the French for ‘play tag’ is jouer à chat (‘play at cat’).