Night two and the remnants of night one

T'was cold. This photo was taken last night.

This morning when I walked into the 'children's' room at 7 a.m., everyone was sitting there with this "Oh. Lovely. I'll take coffee with cream, a toasted bagel and a copy of the Tampa Tribune, step lively, luv.'

Everyone. Even Liam. Come to think of it, especially Liam.

Liam got tossed outside instead. And everyone else followed out in the order of the usual suspects.

Liam is back in tonight... Forecast is "clear, with a low near 33." Because of his superb behavior last night, he rates. He doesn't have his towel... he was looking like he was going to use it as toilet paper last night so we removed it. But, he has something much better.

He has a tennis ball.

No one else does. So of course, everyone wants to know him... and everyone hates him.

He is more interested in his hygiene so the ball is being ignored, for the moment.

I'm sure if he takes it up I'll hear about it.

Oh. The lizards of the evening before? Tonight as I was moving the infamous sheet, the greeny came back and I grabbed him and put him under the sheet on a plant. Must take care of the livestock, the green ones are rare...

Tag: pets and winter