Summer ends and the seed pods prepare for the driest part of the dry season. Our old manx sits on the dried out rear lawn, as did Black Panther, our old manx. He's been puking all over the place a lot and I wonder what pains he endures sometimes. He's a good cat.
The darling daughter, also in the picture, advances along in leaps and a bounds. Just the other day she said "That's a ball."
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