"THE TAMING"

Dear Fine Friends, feathered and otherwise,

Don't look now, but Raj Mahal, oh he of Royal Wild Demeanor, is starting to like mom!

Could it be the celery?

Could it be the carrots? The home-grown, organic wheatgrass perhaps?

Or mom just climbing into the Runabout and hanging out while Mahals tug at her
overalls or denim jumper because hidden in the crevices are slices of something
juicy-fruity and yummy?

All I know is this: once on her lap, they stay to be petted, even groomed, and when
mom stops petting them they look up at her until she says "Oh, you want more?"
and pets them more.

Don't know what them Mahals call it, but mom and me, we calls it "The Taming"
and figures what they don't know won't hurt them!

Big Shout Out to am and Oboe, who invited mom over today and made her happy!
Thanks, spiritual/art friends! We sure miss you. Loves, usn's