I love how Lux knows when something is necessary. She crawled under a bush earlier and came out covered in burrs, I took her inside and put her on my lap to pick them off. She sighed and sat still through the whole process, then as I picked the last one off she turned around, licked me, and wiggled off my lap and onto the floor. Oh Lux.
Shakespeare in the Park!
Someone doesn’t like thunderstorms.
Somepuppy was up all night protecting her mom from stormpocalypse.
Somebody managed to pry the lid off the pet food tub and chew her way into the cat food bag while her mother was sleeping.
Cat food binge hangovers don’t feel so good.
