This really happened this morning. Ziggy was busy rolling around under the Christmas tree, which he's claimed as his very own jungle gym I might add, when a bird flew up onto my back deck. Zig was at the back door in a flash, trailing his garland behind him.

Judging by the amount of hair on the rug he spent most of last night staring out at the possum in the backyard trees.

Judging by the amount of hair on the rug he spent most of last night staring out at the possum in the backyard trees.
Current Mood:
impressed

4 bullet holes | Shoot the wall