Nope, black sheep baby fleece. I'd been inspecting Raven's baby fleece from last year, and when I walked away for just ONE moment, that's all it took. Then the cats started fighting over it. One would kick the other out... Continue Reading →
Am I the only one who travels with fleece-in-the-grease? Actually, probably! When I knew I was going to be at Walter Reed for prosthetic and gait training for 4-8 weeks I knew I was going to be homesick. So, I packed Ixora's entire fleece, my combs, and a diz!