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Did Ya Ever Hear a Knockin?

I honestly don't have anything to say on the subject of privacy. I just love this picture. Eustacia took it over the weekend while she was experimenting with my camera.

I don't have time to think of anything more interesting to offer you today because I am about to go volunteer for the English class this morning. I haven't been there much lately because I have either been too busy with work or not feeling well. Because the students bring their little kids for a separate learning program, they are always being reminded not to show up for class if someone is really sick. So, I thought it would be wise to follow the same advice and keep my distance. I'm feeling better today, though, so I'll read and giggle. We always seem to find something to laugh at in these reading exercises. I suspect the people who write them are easily bored and like to interject silly things just to spice up the day.

When you're finished admiring the photo of Mike trying to take a bath in peace, you can enjoy this photo of Tiger taking a nap in Eustacia's art class portfolio.

Comments

Alifan said…
Lovely pics Robyn... have a few of Oscar in some of those positions...they are comical to watch these cats....

Hope you are feeling better now....xx
10:04 AM
dive said…
Yay! Hoorah for Mike showing the world his rather attractive bottom and hoorah for Tiger being a bagpus and hoorah for Eustacia for capturing them for us.
As if those aren't enough hoorahs, hoorah for you for cheering me up with them, Robyn.
3:13 PM
Sassy Sundry said…
Oh my. Those are some great pictures!

Have fun with class.
7:54 AM
MmeBenaut said…
Eustacia has managed to win my heart. Cats are just so darn interesting to watch.
9:53 AM
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