I'm studying for my final test for my license. And moving. And it's June and I have a cold. So I've been a little cranky. Maybe a lot cranky.
But just now Roscoe did something that warmed my heart and made me laugh until I cried. Sitting on the couch studying, I hear the ice-cream truck coming down the street behind me. At the same time, Roscoe gallops from the other side of the house, jumps over me straight into the window and starts pawing after the ice-cream man. Every little boys loves the ice-cream man, right?
Many may be familiar with Tim' obsession with ice-cream. I think he passed it on to his son.
(p.s. I promise this wont turn into a cat blog.)