Tuesday, 5 April 2011

"You look that way and I'll look this way and we're bound to spot the folks somewhere."


"Hey, here comes Mom now!"


"You're a great cook, ma."


"Move over, Fuzzy, I'm first in line"


First one...


...then the other.


What a tasty morsel.


Is it me or are they getting whiter?


Ahhh, fed and warm and protected by Mom.