Two evenings ago Sputters was waiting patiently for me to get my act together and go to bed.  He was standing on top of the cat tree.  And, as so often happens, he became distracted.  I haven’t a clue what held his attention, but for quite a few minutes he stood there starting like a bobble head statue at the ceiling, occasionally talking to the ceiling.  Haunted?  You be the judge…

and the weirdness begins...

and the weirdness goes on and on...for no apparent reason

and once upstairs, the chair must die...

In the morning, Lord Sputters must be held up to greet the new dawn...every single day. And I would not have it any other way.

Take care and have a wonderful Sunday evening…or whatever time in the world it is by you!

loads of love, light and laughter always,  Mary Ellen