It was warm enough today (it was too warm, if you ask me) to open a window. Possum and Wendy took turns sitting on the sill — and sometimes they shared it. They like watching the world go by and sniffing intriguing outdoor smells through the screen.
Most of the time, Wendy and Possum get along perfectly.
Possum recalled a Swinburne poem about spring I recited to him once.
Wendelina on the alert — in case Evil Mommy finally decides to attack, I suppose...