The cats might have a different culinary perspective. Still, my Baffin Island cat, Zorro, shared my love for Arctic char, and (upon our return South) much preferred it to the Ottawa mice. It took a while to retrain him to a cheaper diet.
Now I know I'm really old. I thought the "tail" was part of the tree. I wasn't sure. That's why I didn't say, "There's a strange branch on that tree." I guess it's time for me to let go of the internet!
Your wish was my command, Claude. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Thank you. Oops...that rock is falling towards me, Sean. Help! :)
ReplyDeleteIt is a sprouting potato, Claude, a potato-mouse. Natural Arts, so to speak. :)
ReplyDeleteA lot more edible than a mouse! And safer than a rock...
ReplyDeleteWell, Claude,
ReplyDeletethe cats might not be of your opinion. :)
The cats might have a different culinary perspective. Still, my Baffin Island cat, Zorro, shared my love for Arctic char, and (upon our return South) much preferred it to the Ottawa mice. It took a while to retrain him to a cheaper diet.
ReplyDeleteI thought it might be a potato but I've never seen one with such a long tail. :)
ReplyDeleteNow I know I'm really old. I thought the "tail" was part of the tree. I wasn't sure. That's why I didn't say, "There's a strange branch on that tree." I guess it's time for me to let go of the internet!
ReplyDeleteClaude,
ReplyDeleteI'd prefer Arctic char to a mouse too; both somoked and barbacued.
Ashley,
nor did I. :)
Claude,
forgive your eyes. It was all my fault. Trying to soon obey Mylady, I did not take the time to look for a better background. :)