I swear, my cats cannot catch a break (except they’re still alive so I guess in the bigger picture sense they can). Finney is having surgery in the morning. I mean, come on. I can’t believe the poor little guy is going to have surgery. My poor poor baby. I just fed him some crappy Meox Mix food as a treat. Well, the good news is he will feel better. After a no-fun recovery, I’m sure.
I took this at lunch. It’s a billion degrees out and these poor guys still have their jackets on. It really was bad out, I am not exaggerating. It was painful in the sun just standing still.
The rules for men’s fashion need a serious overhaul. We don’t have to wear pantyhose anymore. They should be able to ditch the jackets and ties.