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The McCardle Bridge between Chelsea and East Boston frames a waning gibbous Flower Moon early morning. Full moon was yesterday at 6:09 a.m. according to the US Naval Observatory.
Moon? What's that? Tiny has glowing orbs of her own in mind this morning . . .
. . . as she goes, once again, for the jugular of one of her superballs.
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Posted by: goomp | May 03, 2007 at 10:45 AM
I am so very much in love with Tiny and the Babe!
My Tim is very busy these days. Came home the other night and workmen were repairing the balconies on my apartment building in preparation for the building being painted. Tim was stationed in my bedroom window, intently watching all the work that was going on. I called "hi honey boy" to him as I got out of the car and the workmen asked if that was my cat and if so, what was his name? So I said why did they want to know and they said it wasn't dignified to call your supervisor "kitty, kitty"! Last night when they were winding up work, I heard outside my living room window, "Good night senor Timmy!" and totally cracked up!
Cats are one of the great joys of life!
Posted by: Gayle Miller | May 03, 2007 at 03:31 PM
Ah the moon is peeking from behind the bridge and Tiny is in full glory. Lovely!
Posted by: Teresa | May 03, 2007 at 05:18 PM