Summer (aka "The Grouch") in my lap, BC on the arm. Each knows the other is there, but they're ignoring the fact. "If I pretend she's not there, I can peacefully do my own thing."
Summer doesn't get much press in my blog. Mostly because she just doesn't do cute. But she's about 14, and since Cali's passing almost two summers ago, she's been the grand dame around here. A recent round of antibiotics has improved the condition in her mouth and she's eating better. I think she's feeling better, too.