Today I snapped a few photos of my pets. I look at them and wonder what they would be saying if they could sass-mouth me First off I’m glad Ruby can’t talk. She could tell some good stories on me. [Although the pet with the most stories happens to be in kitty heaven, (God rest your feline soul, Sky).]

Ruby is back from a week in doggie utopia at the ranch.

This morning I caught a glimpse of this and had to do a U-turn to capture it on camera. I tried to get it on my good camera, but the batteries were out, so trusty iPhone it was.

I came around from the other entry on the north end of the room. [ignore lamp shades, I was changing the light bulbs in the chandelier.]

I tried to work with Pussums, getting her to pose.