Sixteen paws ran out
waitaminnit.. if there's no Vic news coming up, why am I waiting for the morning thread? :ĺ
When I opened the door in the morning twilight, sixteen paws ran out, and twenty-four hooves scurried away.
I like February. Six a.m. no longer seems like the middle of the night!
Guess I'll go feed the pesks early. Later, gators.