She also pointed out that his beautiful white fur was now a dirty grey underneath. Was he turning dark as he grew up? No, he'd been exploring the gas log in the fireplace. Which is how he managed to singe off his eyebrow whiskers, apparently. Time to turn off the pilot light for the season and put the shield back in front of the fireplace opening.
She suggested that we should have named him Mayhem.
Lightning at rest A rare moment |