a few weeks back i was walking to my car when i saw a sweet furr man peeking thru a front porch window. 'oh good morning little one.... how are you?'
... sniff sniff... thru the crack of the door was his response.
then i watched as he carefully peeeeeled himself thru the opening and stepped onto the front stoop to survey his dominion. after he deemed all was well, he trotted down the steps to greet me.
he had the softest furr and did the best 'biscuit' march. he was obviously well loved as he had a sweet tag with his name etched into it -- 'fella' and oh yeah.. bling!
thanks for hanging out fella you totally made my day!