It was time for Mr The Kitty and I to go seepies. He sat at the end of the bed and his eyes were illuminated by the television.
Tast of the Balkans! What does it taste like? It starts off sweet and bright then finishes slightly smoky and earthy. Now I wonder what the Urals taste like…
This round-headed female kitty was the resort’s cat. She hung outside the cabin, came down to the docks where we were fishing, and came in and sat the table for breakfast
Smoking is bad, but it goes so well with coffee in the morning. We’re sitting in the corner coffee shop and we’re eavesdropping on a group of what we think are battered women or alcoholic women.