Friday, August 26, 2011

Chewing, a lesson for tomorrow.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

Summertime Stan

Every summer, Stan goes through an ‘I’m a feral cat and I don’t need no nothing from those broke ass humans,  I can live by my wits in the wild.'   On or about day four, he abandons his authentic feral cat routine and books a couple nights in a B&B.  After a fourteen hour sleep in our bed he heads back to the wild.