Boomer and I have been helping Mom

We help her in front of the house. Boomer sniffs for smells I look for mice.

I even look for mice when I am NOT helping Mom. 😊

Last night Mom, Boomer, and I went for a small walk.  It was just the perfect amount for a very old, crippled beagle, but I (I) could have walked more!  Much more.

But Mom says not a long way, we have to think of Boomer and his sorta, kinda, healing knee.

So, we went a sorta short way;

Mom took photos of the cloud-covered moon,

Boomer and I waited patiently.

This morning Mom came looking for me.

I was hidden in plain sight. I sat there for a long time,  waiting for Mom to see me.

It took her forEVER, but finally, she did.

When Mom called me, I pretended I didn’t hear her.

That’s what cats do… pretend to not listen.

I even yawn, so she would know I wasn’t paying her any attention.

Then Mom turned around, just left me there.

WHAT!?!?!

WAIT UP, MOM!  I WANT BREAKFAST!

I jumped up and ran after Mom, even beating her in the house.

Yummy.

Breakfast time is the best.

Mindy Kit-Kat Brown