buck moss came to mind today when i saw one of his old playmates sitting pretty on the fence post.
i think of my big papa cat quite a lot. mostly of his big floppy cat self lying on his back. dreaming big cat dreams.
hello buck moss, wherever you are. wyatt caught a rat in your honor the other night and brought it inside. i caught mr. rat and put him back outside. it was sort of a 3-ring circus. you would have approved.