Miss Lolabelle is doing her tummy dance all day long — a sure sign of hot weather. Poor thing spends the winter clinging to warm spots, then summer comes and she struggles to let go of her heat under all that fur. Golly, it must be hard to be that beautiful.
Lola isn’t the only one of the floor this weekend. I’m going to be down on my knees scraping the paint off the back porch. Wish me luck!