|JUST HANGIN' OUT WHILE I WRITE.|
Still, the cats are very happy to have us home. They follow us around the house, plant themselves next to us or, in Dudo's case, on our laps every chance they get. (I've been trying to convince Dudo that toilet time is not lap time. It isn't going well.) When San Geraldo is in bed, Moose is stuck to him like glue. To paraphrase Groucho Marx, "If he were any closer, he'd be in the back of him."
|THE MORNING AFTER (WE RETURNED HOME).|
|DUDO: "ARE YOU AWAKE???"|
|MOOSE: "YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND."|