Sunday was spent promoting vegetation, literally and metaphorically. With luck, we'll soon have giant radishes and micro-lettuce and half a dozen other things growing out back.
colleenky lapped me on the planetary race around the sun, but I'm catching up fast. Many felicitations!
Winston has an interesting method for getting a good spot on the bed. I think he puts his paw on my foot, and then extends his claws with greater and greater pressure until I half-wake up with a sensation of piercing torture and move my leg out of the way. The first time, I thought he bit my toe, but this time I'm sure it was claws that did it.