He never burrowed like this, until he lost his eyesight. Now, he gets so far under the hay, that it can be hard to see him.
And of course, when he gets out of the litterbox, a lot of the hay comes with him. Fun times!
|"What hay? Where? I don't see no stinkin' hay!"|
Unfortunately, it was not a success. I thought the flavor was great. The texture was odd, sort of souffle-ish, sort of like lemon meringue pie with the layers mixed up. It got stranger as it got cooler, which may be why the recipe said to serve it warm. The Husband unenthusiastically said it was OK. The two kids in the house didn't take more than one bite. Oh, well. There is always another Sunday....
It is school vacation week, so the schedule is very off. So far the only sewing being done is the hemming of this years prom dress.