I'm not ready to blog about our recently departed, very dear Smudgie, so here are some pictures of cute little Miles.
My in laws, Jack & Fern, sent us a beautiful fruit basket as a gesture of sympathy for my father's and Smudgie's deaths. Almost as soon as we opened it, Miles took to plucking out the grapes and batting them around the house. We're still finding wrinkled grapes - raisins? - here and there. After unpacking the basket and putting the fruit on the counter, I just left the basket on the table. One morning, as I'm having my cup of tea, I see the basket with its shaved wood stuffing and think that I'd better do something with it before Miles goes gonzo on it. I leave for a moment and come back to find that Miles has just knocked the basket off the table onto the floor. And then in he goes!
Just checking out the world from mah basket:
I'm exhausted. Better have a lie down:
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