Senyah was out to bible study yesterday, and it was nearly time for
her to get home. Which means nearly time for me to start supper.

So I look out the door to see if she's already home.

I open the door and see about a dozen wasps walking around the top of
the door. Yikes! So I go back inside, grab a can of bug spray, and go
bqck out, keeping a very wary eye on the wasps.

As I pull the door, it resists closing. I pull harder with no luck.
Finally, I open it a har to try again, and a grey streak - Little Boy
- runs past.

I spray down door, nearby walls and any wasps I see. Then I go
looking for Little Boy.

I know where he goes. He heads around the back of the building and
sits on the steps in the stairwell near our front door. So I go to the
front, find him in the bushes, and scruff him.

He cries a little - he's not ready to be caught (poor baby).

I bring him inside and check him out. No tenderness, so he appears to
be fine. So I hug him and kiss him and apologize for trying to smush
him in the door.

We finally end up in kissakitten mode, and he kisses back, grooms my
forehead and purrs deep in my ear.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark