Time for some gratuitous cuteness. It's bad karma to keep Rachel Maddow at the top of your blog too long, even if it DOES elicit a Michelle Malkin "Buzzworthy" link. Above, Earl Grey hurries off on his rounds after a quick nip on the front porch. He had stood in the open doorway as if to enter the house. After focussed high-level talks, he agreed to stay outside in exchange for a spot of the weed.
While Earl snorted and chawed, Sweet Tiny Pea sat mysteriously nearby amidst the lower branchlings of the privet and lilacs — a heraldic lioness in a William-Morris-inspired tapestry — her studied indifference acting on her lover like another dose of catnip. Drawn irresistibly to her side, he paused to drink in her fragrance and mark her bower with his scent.
Note large fur clump along Earl's lower midsection halfway between the two white paws. At first we'd thought it was just a grooming issue, what with his luxuriantly fluffy coat, but no. Looking more closely, we realized he had sustained a battle wound, the fur having been apparently ripped right off his hide. Seems to be healing okay. Not much we can do, given that he's unapproachable beyond an occasional nose meep to our outstretched hand. Chelsea Cats are tough.
Crossposted at Riehl World View with some tweaking as "Dan's not here so I can say anything Muwahaha …"