The blue carrier is Andy’s favorite spot to lounge, catch a little sun, and, when the back door’s open, watch the birds in the fir-tree.
This morning, I noticed something not quite right:
…except…
Good thing Andy isn’t in the front room or there’d be a “cattitude adjustment action” and the roar of one cat chasing the other into the spare bedroom. (That is, out of my view, where Andy can kick Dougy’s tail for his faux pas.)