It seems I am always coming or going, as evidenced by my current state of affairs, depicted here:
And so, potential criminals, don’t think you can just go over to my house (joke’s on you; it’s a room) and steal all of my underwhelming and secondhand possessions…my newest dedicated cat sitter, Jean Paul, is on guard. And, so, the recovering Olive will have only these photos to remember me by, for a few days at least.
Anyway, so Roy is sitting in front of Dan and I and he looks like a backwards prairie dog because he’s not so much sitting as he is kneeling, facing us, hanging over the back of his seat, thoroughly in my zone. And he asks that you vote for him in the design-the-new-flavor-of-chips contest Lays is putting out– his is Roy’s Eggs Chips. (“I could win $20!” -Roy) Please do so and maybe he will stop being so gross.
(“If I get any money out of this I will buy Olive cat food…for your effort…and blog space.” -Roy)
Onward, to Baltimore! Where we will dance, ride bikes, get kisses, and see our charming Iggo.