Happy Caturday, fellow Cutetropolitans! We’re having open thread outdoors today, under the watchful eye of Jacques, from reader Tara O.
Despite his health issues over the winter and turning 18 this month, he still insists on being the supervisor. I thought I’d have to give him an emeritus position, but he has surprised me.
I was working on the roses in the front this week and was thoroughly inspected and supervised.
As you can see, Butch has no interest in this sort of responsibility.
We’ve all got that one friend, the one who makes time melt away, who likes what you like, whether it’s splashing in the mud or kickin’ around the ol’ tire. And when you’re with them, you just want to shout for joy. Loud. Really loud. Like, you don’t want to have your volume on full for this, is what I’m saying.
Yeah, I was once in your place, getting hugs and kisses and being called “Fuzzy Wuzzy Pupper Wupper.” Now my name is “Move, I Wanna Sit Here.” Take my advice: soak up that love while you’re small, sweetheart.