LOL!
Spring is coming. Catz are taking off their coats.
Yes, and the reptiles are feeling their oats. Santana gets so worked up trying to intimidate everyone in sight - including the catz - that I’m afraid he’s going to have a stroke. The book says he’s not at optimum breeding age yet, but I guess he didn’t read the book. If we weren’t having a baby, we’d have to get him a girlfriend this year.
I’m back, I’ve survived! The girls all had a great time, and it was reasonably pleasant to sit in the shade and watch them. I’d forgotten how dirty and smelly farm-type stuff is!
I can’t go to bed with Wednesday until I put Vlad and James to bed, though. Maybe one more hour ...