Une Envie de Sel

Corner view: From where I'm sitting...
From where I'm sitting, we are outnumbered by toddlers. There's this girl, who spends half the time chewing on my favorite slippers and the other half doing speed laps between the wading pool, the bed (ours!!), and the large holes she's digging in the back yard. A recipe for disaster.

This is Mathilda's hole. Heelers tend to like to sleep in tight holes. She chose hers in the first 24 hours (it was a shoe basket) and hasn't left it since. None of the other three will do - it has to be this one, second from the left, third from the right. This is where you'll find her when I'm working in the studio.
And then there's this joker, our resident serial killer. We should have called her Dexter. Sawyer is now the most mature of the bunch, but she's still crazy. She is a cat after all. And she thinks the dog is hers to toy with when she's not out disposing of bodies in the dark of the night.

As for the Q...no, we did not teach her to wear her hat like this. She just flipped it around after we told her she had to wear it.
Kids these days, with their rock and roll and their hats on backwards. I swear.

And then there's this.
"Nothing, Mrs. Larkin. I was just...adjusting the dog's collar. Yeah."
Murderous little feline that she is.

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