Furry Friends

Whenever I head into the laundry/bathroom of our tiny home...

This happens.  
And I think it's cute. 
But don't get too swept away by his cuteness.  Nimbus is a pain, a big one.  We have renamed him Death Wish.  Since moving here, I am pretty sure he has used at least 7 of his lives and he shows no indication of slowing up.  He has gotten himself stuck outside in a winter storm, locked in a barn, chunk of fur removed by the camp dog, stuck on top of a really high camper, and I have rescued has furry butt from coyotes too many times.  

Live hard, die young.





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