Tootin' the Horn

Before the week gets away from me, The Divine Miss Marilyn and I...


... would like to extend a whopping big...

... to Livey...


... Sammy...

... and Sadie.


If you're ever up for some intensive R&R, Livey's is the place to be. Some people need to fill every empty airwave with chatter, but she's the kind of pal that you can be comfortably silent with. Someone who makes you want to put your feet up, yank a blankie over your lap, and make yourself right at home.

The Divine Miss Marilyn fit right in within 24 hours of our arrival, and was especially appreciative of Sadie's kibble bowl. Yes, she had her own expensive feline nibblies, but considered Sadie's plainer fare the closest she's ever come to caviar.

Between the dog dish and Livey's liberal policy of handing out treats from her own plate, The Divine Miss Marilyn is convinced that the North Woods is the place where good kitties go when they cross the Rainbow Bridge.

Thanks again, my friend, from both of us!

("Thank You" image shamelessly swiped from here.)