Harley, me and the Drop Spindle

UNPRODUCTIVE SATURDAY

And here's why:

It didn't seem to matter what I did or was doing.  If I sat down Harley would crawl into my arms and fall right off to sleep.  When I would move him, he'd settle into the new spot for about five minutes and then wander right back into my arms.

After about an hour I gave up, resigned myself to be a lap cozy, and let him sleep.  He was really just too cute to not want to cuddle anyway.

HAPPY B-DAY LITTLE GUY!

Harley turned six months yesterday.  Unfortunately I was so out of it from the earlier part of the weekend, that I didn't get any pics to commemorate the day.  I'll try to do that later today.

Here's one of the first pics I took of him, and the last.  (luckily the cone is off)

  

GOODBYE MR. CONE

This is the last day he'll have to wear the cone.  He's healing nicely, so I've decided to take it off of him and give him back his freedom tomorrow morning.

Poor little man.