In case you didn't get to my homepage yet, here's my fur baby. After we have been away from home for a while, mine would always greet us with a present - a toy, slippers, a stolen cat toy, a rag - anything he could find. This day, the bumpersticker had fallen off the windowsill. But he wouldn't let us have it, instead running around in circles with it in his mouth.
Yorkies for Trump!
