Jeff has a basket.
The basket has a view overlooking the yard.
However, sometimes Jeff’s favorite view is the insides of his eyelids.
Hey! That’s my favorite view also! zzzzzzzzzzzz
“i was just staring out the window and, suddenly, it got tired outside,” yawns the bobcat.
Good to see Jeff is still keeping busy perfecting his resting techniques. Must be exhausting.
Rodents beware, this is one basket you don’t want to get into, unless you’re volunteering to become Jeff’s picnic lunch.
Every time I read the headline of this post I get “Bobcat in a basket”
sung to the tune of “Girlfriend in a coma” by The Smiths stuck in my head.
I’m weird, I know.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: