I was blowing the dust off my golf clubs today, when I got that eerie feeling of being watched. Turns out I was. The little bastard in the photo (I later named him Little Bastard) was the first of five family members to “exit the aircraft.” It was like counting sheep, very small sheep.
Long Days and Nights 
OMG! The first of FIVE family members?!?! You guys need a cat!
The golf bag came in from the shed, so I’m not too concerned. I ushered this family down the driveway and wished them luck.