Wednesday, March 25, 2009


Attacked, while napping after a hard day in the hood, by a vicious denizen from the plains of York, our intrepid hero struggles against the violent attack with all the strength of his being, striving, again and again, to keep the wickedly rough tongue from scraping the day old growth of whiskers off his still youthful cheeks.


LL said...

Uh-huh. Looks like ya got a death grip on that denizen of York to keep him or her from leaving. C'mon, 'fess up, you lurve the snuggles!! *grin*

Jean said...

Too, too cute... both :-)

Northwoods Woman said...