Today when I went to the Post Office to pick up my mail, there was a manilla envelope from C-Myste. I took my prize out to the car (where Chase was patiently sitting on the front seat). I began to open the envelope and Chase climbed in my lap. His nose was against the envelope. As I lifted the flap, he thrust his nose into the envelope — and I pulled it away. Wow! Look! New Mexico-colored socks, hand made in Orygun. Chase sez, “it smells like home.”
Thank you, Carolyn. Since we haven’t made it to 70 degrees yesterday or today, these will come in handy right now. Go away, Chase. Mine!