Staff awoke this morning to find Jeff snuggled under the covers in the dog’s bed.
What better place for a bobcat on a chilly morning?
According to Jeff, there is none.
that last snap is zen-master jeff. he is the greatest.
poor thing…still has that nose-scratch.
The dog has the patience of Gandhi. Or he’s previously been put in his place by His Orangeness.
I’m surprised that he allowed the dog to stay.
Hold your friends close,and your frenemies closer is Jeffs philosophy
Hazel is a sweet-faced saint of a dog!
It is lovely to see Hazel and Jeff sharing and playing nice.
I wonder if Congress could learn a thing or two….
How would you feel about a busman’s holiday in Seattle? There are some attack rats in our alley that are not scared of me or my broom.
Somehow I think they would feel differently when faced with THE CLAWS OF DOOM.