It’s not over until it’s over. Summer, that is.

We did the usual Friday Night Oscar Tango thing with our friends of poterization tonight and then we all had a nightcap in the Landfill backyard.

It was a “fun” night in which we learned a few things. Like when you lose track of your parking ticket and subsequently have to pay for a parking ticket. That’s as far as I’ll go with that. And then there is when a CAT gets into your house. And you didn’t see the cat get in and you are not quite sure what your friend is talking about when he reports a small mammal with pointy ears coming into your house. Really? What? Hope it isn’t a skunk. Okay I got the Orange Cat out. He has a collar so I suppose he/she/it I think he belongs to someone somewhere. I picked him up to get him out. I know that I’m lucky he didn’t bite me or something. Muksaslooie probably would have.

Love this bonfaaarrr and those who shared our back yard with us tonight.

One Response to “It’s not over until it’s over. Summer, that is.”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Cats will go in anywhere; they are opportunistic. We have rain coming and cooler temps which makes me feel like summer will soon be over.