Yes, the mop dog with a ponytail chased a careless visiting cat up the tree.
Indiana, on the other hand, feels it is beneath her dignity to chase cats and remained on the patio, watching Dusty with a bemused expression.
And baking for the awesome and enthusiastic students who came to bring CHRISTmas, just to spite the White Witch...
We're enjoying some freak weather of our own, desert-style. That's ICE on my front walk, at 3 in the afternoon. I think it's from the sprinklers rather than a storm, but it's still very weird, for here...