It’s a bitterly cold day in the San Luis Valley. It’s late for Caturday in most of the Western world, but I’ve spent the better part of the day shoveling out the driveway. Now I have to get to work on my third zombie book.
I hate to go this long without posting something, though—it makes for a poor start to the new year—and it turns out I have these four images of Luna Toonie, our Fifth Fluffy of the Apocalypse. Here she is again, paying her freight just being herself. Not too many creatures can get away with this.
Luna starts by positioning herself in the pillow fort she’s secured for herself.
The price of cuteness is eternal vigilance. Or something.
So far, this is the best shot I’ve gotten of our Little Miss Personality.
All right, that’s enough. Back to work.