The hills in the Hielands are bonnie,
Wi' the licht an' the shadow at play;
An' the winds that mak' redder the heather
Far up on the cliff an' the brae.
The white clouds are floatin' abune them,
Like snawdrifts that never can fa',
The hills in the Hielands are bonnie,
The hills in the Hielands are braw!
--Alexander Anderson (1845-1909)
Connie, Max does the same thing! I call him the weasel because he's sneaky. One minute my lap is empty and the next....there he is! like a crazy magic act. He likes to roll on his side or back and stretch up onto my chest and then put a paw on my face. He's crazy. 14 years old now...had a scare with a lump on his back. I love the video and reading your blog! thanks for sharing : )
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That's so true!!
Connie, Max does the same thing! I call him the weasel because he's sneaky. One minute my lap is empty and the next....there he is! like a crazy magic act. He likes to roll on his side or back and stretch up onto my chest and then put a paw on my face. He's crazy. 14 years old now...had a scare with a lump on his back. I love the video and reading your blog! thanks for sharing : )
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