Meet the infamous Tank Cooney. The lone male kitty of our bunch. Quite the lovable bundle of fur.
Especially today. Today Ella decided to play dress up with all my old necklaces and bracelets. Tank lounged on the bathroom floor watching, and it wasn't long before that manly man of a cat was bejeweled.
I must say, he looked divine.
And we went out to brave the cold. For about two hours or so, we checked on Cowboy's roping steers and named them ("No-no" is a pretty popular name around here) and of course picked out some rocks.
We came home, ate lunch and warmed up, and off Ella went for her nap. Tank was napping on our bed when I found him...
You have to admit, the boy's got a knack for fashion.
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