Meet Ash.
One of my almost-two-year-old Maine Coons.
Ash routinely looks at us like we are peasants.
Like our mere existence in his space is… inconvenient.
Greg (my oldest) is aaaa-mazing at voices. Truly. I’m convinced he could do stand-up using nothing but characters he’s invented over the years.
Naturally, he has created a French alter ego for Ash.
And I am delighted (and slightly concerned) to share it with you here for your viewing pleasure.
Also — a small teaser for this week’s post:
Someone got stuck in the goat pen.
A shoe was lost.
There were mild tears.
Still failing.
Epically.
And beautifully.
