He waited up for us. As we celebrated our first year at the Wooly, Mr Pickles watched for us at the window. With his unblinking eyes, staring into the darkness, waited. While we hung out with our Friends John ,Helen, Michelle, Matt, Spencer, the rest of the F&M crew and all our friend, Mr Pickles waited. He waited unknowing that George was giving a George speach. He waited while someone made some cool salt and pepper art.

Mr Pickle waited while I showed off our stuff….

and while “The Beer Delivery Guy” spread the Stonehammer word.

He was waiting for us to come home……so that he could walk around on us all night…..He is sleeping now…purr-haps I shall wake him up.

H