Sunday, July 10, 2005
Midnight in the Garden of Good Steaks
Dad was cooking steak on a little grill the other day and a visitor showed up. Mom tossed him a tiny piece of steak since he was so good to wait and not intrude or terrorize the grill. Sometimes we'll see him sleeping on our patio. He's very pretty with great Halloween eyes. I think Mom and Dad have started calling him Midnight.