My back is giving me curry and I can't walk too far, so walks around my yard are the best I can do. Sadly, nothing stood out on my short stroll, but when I came back inside, I was greeted with my ginger cat Tig (aka Fabio aka our Stately Ginger Gentleman) curled up in what we call our "Inbox". So here's a rather ridiculous poem that I think smacks a bit of Tomfoolery. I like Tomfoolery...it makes sense...

Thanks for reading!

Photo courtesy of Tig (aka Fabio aka Horace my Furry Assistant no longer sigh, since I took that role. Without the fur.)

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