My Furry Picasso

Caught the mouse last night in the nifty lil' green house.....he was in my studio. The little critter was either a few crayons short of a full crayon box and never figured out that most of the food was in the pantry or perhaps he just had good taste in art (ha ha ha)....I'm going with the latter.

Today I just feel like crawling up in a life size chenille slouch sock, you know the super fuzzy kind. They should make those into sleeping bags.....


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