Who's behind the cypress tree?
Whoever it is, they're moving...
It is I, The Baby.
But you already guessed that, didn't you?
I was outside inspecting the yard for Georges--they often rustle around in the rocks back here between the cypress and the wall. Mommy of course was taking photos.
This photo came out a little fuzzed but we both liked the way my pretty whiskers made a fan so I said it was OK to use.
In this shot I'm ignoring her pleadings to look at her.
I can't seeeeeeee you!
And that was that.
XX The Baby, a.k.a. TheWandering Whitester XX