Mmm, Tabs did not wanna go back in the house after his walk today. No, sir, he was feelin’ the outdoors, because this is that sweet spot time between the rains we had and when the neighborhood landscapers mow the grass on the hill. Plus, it’s been sunny for a week, so the grass is growing, and it’s primo time for tabby skulking.
He totally gets into it, too, like he’s hunting a gazelle, but it’s really a lizard or a grasshopper or something else.
And he ate so. Much. Grass. I’m still expecting him to barf, which is usually what he does when he eats that much salad.
I don’t know how long this sunny weather is gonna last, but we’re all trying to enjoy it while it does. This has been one of the wettest, coldest winters in years — definitely the wettest since we’ve lived here. I bet it’s going to be a colorful spring.
I hope it’s nice over there. Tabs sends his warmest regards. 🙂
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,