spring at last?

Tommy sits out back, the very back of the yard with his head tilted slightly and says, "blue ball, blue ball," while shoving fistfulls of mud through. The blue ball is crushed, however, and the little jingle bell from the inside is lost. I will buy him more cat toy balls next time I go to Target, just like I do every time. It's as regular as dish soap. He loves them.

spring at last?