Tuna A La Mode
It’s overcast outside, it rains when I’m not looking and stops when it thinks I am. There is something entirely reticent in the day’s manner that catches me unaware. I suppose I can live with that. Truth is, no one much else cares really. Molly is catnapping, off chasing flying saucers of tuna a la mode in the happy hunting grounds in her mind. Can’t blame her really, there are worse things a cat could do on a day like this. I’m not sure what exactly, but I’m sure there are. We’re pretty... Sign in to see full entry.