Sunday, May 11, 2008

HSMS bathe

This is an oldie, but I couldnt get the images out of my mind of Max bathing himself in the late afternoon sun beam that bathed our Brown room (really...we call it the brown room.) But, this was a rare occasion when there was nothing on the bottom shelf of this book case. There he was, wedged in and leaning on the side, bathing his one white spot. I still miss stepping over the fur ball.

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