don't mess with me

this afternoon I walked into our bedroom and found this:


sophie, aka punky, is always guarding our house. if I wake up in the middle of the night, there she is, sitting up looking out the window on the lookout. I wish she could talk, if she could, I think in this next picture she would say, what are you looking at?


still looking


she finally got too tired of sitting
and laid down, with her paws crossed of course!