He and I get along like a house on fire (she's pretty nice, too),...but his brother (Chumley) doesn't like me. This is hard on my little ego, as I do like to think of myself as "catnip" to cats. I'm a cat-whisperer; they love me, and I love them. I've now met the exception to the rule; I've met my match, and he wins. A slice of humble pie for one, please!
Too bad, Chumley! We could have made beautiful music together. Just look at how happy Wrigley is! If you change your mind, just drop me a note.
I think Wrigley is trying to make up for it by kissing me every chance he gets, and trying to sit on my lap. He doesn't know how big he is.
Smileygirl & I drove all over town, and laughed and laughed. Then we went out for dinner with Tom. It was fun. Thanks, Tom! You are a gem.
On my way to the city, a pod of orcas swam by the stern of the ferry. It happened too fast to get a good photo, but it was magical. A mild, sunny day in February, and a pod of orcas going by as I "commuted" into Seattle; a good opportunity to stop and say, "Thank you" to our Creator for beauty, and for moments of calm & joy.
Thank you for a lovely day, Smileygirl! You're a gem, too. Hugs to everyone (even his nibs, C. Buttingtons. Just don't tell him it's from me).