« An Opening is an Opportunity for Greatness | Main | Scrum of Scrums »
I stepped onto my patio and was greeted by what sounded like a thousand carpenter nails clawing a tree. I peered into the bough of a nearby tree and realized I was spot on about the nails. Twenty of them.
The nails are the tools of this Orange Tabby. She remained perched on high for 10 minutes, and safely returned to Dallas soil without the aid of a fire truck.
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Your Information
(Name and email address are required. Email address will not be displayed with the comment.)
Comments