Noll Finds Tiggy in Drowsy Land

Today was an exceptional day. Unseasonably warm. A steady breeze. The morning sun strong and bright. The dirt fragrant and dry. The catnip at its finest.

Tiggy and Squeaker rolled and lolled in the little patch by the cellar door while I hunkered down amongst the violets and shade. Sun, warmth, the scent of catmint...there was no escape. In a matter of minutes, the drowsies overcame both Tiggy and Squeaker.

I can't say for sure, but I think Tiggy was "hugging" his catnip pillow.