OK, the theme today is different.
Here are two photos I recently received of me during my short stay with the woman who fed me, trapped me, got me spayed and shot (er, vaccinated?), and then brought me to Casa de
Back then, my main job was to stay alive and get enough to eat.
Here I am, six months later, performing my very important Geegaw Receiving job.
I love the weightless white stuff!
But I am no longer weightless.
I look very different.
I don't remember how old I am, exactly, because when I lived outside no person was keeping track of my birthday, but I do think I am older now, and much bigger!