I'm sorry, what?
Annie has done so much scent marking on the gazing ball stand that I suspect every dog in Cashiers Village will feel compelled to lift their leg on it all summer.
My lazy art interns.
The more I cover, the more there is to cover.
Looks nearly done, right? Not. Barely half covered. I might rethink that bowling ball idea, sweaty finger holes and all.
Annie pays rapt attention to the bloviating and speechifying hoping to hear how cats might benefit from the health care reforms being proposed.
(That's the just-completed brown trout frame she has mistaken for a La-Z-Boy.)
Clearly the needs of cat constituents have been ignored once again.
Art and politics are exhausting!