Friday, October 21, 2005

Pope caught a rat. He was quite pleased with himself, sprawling on the floor with his grey lion mane fluffed out, eyes half-closed and purring.

He redeemed himself after the mouse debacle. With that one, he just plopped on the floor and watched it run circles around him. That mouse figured out he was safer close to Pope than the 2 humans jumping around with a broom.

2 comments:

dwain said...

I didn't make it to the RJ signing. You?

Laura said...

No I didn't. I was recuperating from the trip, hobbling around the apartment like an old man.