Fluffernut just swayed into the kitchen this evening, making his customary strangled screech of a hello.
“You were a good runner,” Meredith says, as she arranges the found kindling in the fireplace.
She and the famous three have been for a walk.
“You must be hungry!”
“Fluffernut“, or Midnight as he is officially known, hesitates–then hears the snap of the catfood tin and decides a little snack would go down rather well.
Meredith’s pre-prandial stroll down the field is popular with our three four-leggers.
A walk on the wild side with the brothers sets you up for the evening just fine.
Ben is up in the fig tree keeping watch as Meredith waters the courtyard (a hot and sunny Spring so far!). You never know who might be creeping around ready to pounce–better to keep her safe!
No sign of Beau–the customary gate-keeper–Meredith says he tired himself out showing off on the walk and is still climbing the hill.
The big boy carries some weight.