Posted by Loulou on Jun 16, 2013 | 0 comments

I was outside this afternoon when the winds began. After a morning of lovely, quiet, roll-in-the-catnip non-activity, I had my first encounter (I think in all my life) with a small cheepin’-shitter–I showed them I could actually hunt; I crouched with subtle suavetude (sometimes I just put ‘tude’ on words and it works), elongating...