food, crochet, merriment
Old Mister Hobbes. Such a wise, deep thinking fellow.
So wise, in fact that he understands every….single….word that I say.
Not so wise, however, that he realizes that I don’t understand ANYthing he is EVER saying…or doing, for that matter.
Case in point.
Haha. Hobbes–you are a funny little duck.
We love you.
Oh, my gosh….you guys!
I haven’t had this much fun putting a puzzle together in a long, long time!
All the lines made it much easier than you’d think. In fact, it came together in less than a week!
And my favorite part?
That shiny, pink nose.
Heh, heh.
I actually had to check twice to make sure Dali wasn’t….
you know…
dead.
She wasn’t. Just spoofin’ around.
Odd duck.
Speaking of which…
they’re everywhere.
“THAT, my young Padawan, it the sound of a sparrow on the roof.”
“Really Uncle Hobbes?! When do we get to eat it?”
“Soon, Grasshopper. Soon.”
The kitties are all in the same place at the same time!
Honestly, between Dali chasing Lyla or Hobbes wrestling Dali or Lyla hiding from everyone and EVERY thing, getting a picture like this is pretty rare.
It’s like that once in a decade photo of a lightening strike.
I should call Time magazine.
Seriously.
