Relaxing after a wonderful salad, chicken legs and green beans dinner with strawberries for dessert. I'm passing the half way mark of this bowl of year 2014 FVF in a straight smooth brown year 1923 Dunhill A billiard 60 patent March 9.15 with a tapered black vulcanite stem. This pipe is from the estate of David Cuneo. This pipe holds more tobacco than it looks. Great smoker. Community Coffee, neat, is my drink.
Fed the ferals several times since my last post although I haven't seen Abner the Eager today. I occasionally look out the window for the li'l fella. The other three have mostly been inside all day. After cleaning estate pipes at the bathroom sink, I came out to the den, and Daisy the Feral Princess and Tomato the Brave were laying on the floor about a foot apart. I got on my knees and scratched both of their heads at the same time. After a couple of minutes, Daisy decided to get up and block me from scratching Tomato's head. Tomato looked at me with that "You gonna let that fat diva get away with that?" I reached over her head to scratch Tomato's head a little more, and Daisy gave me a disapproving meow or two. When I stood up, both of them stared at me with disapproval. You just can't make a cat understand that you gotta post a smoke.
