Why so shy?

Maybe because she's the size of a golf ball and a thing with large eyes is staring at her and making squeaky sounds. I'm out getting kitty supplies/food, best not bring this cutie home. Mr. M would have a fit too; the first Siberian hamster we had will probably also be the last one. She was a little escape artist and biter of fingers.

A busy summer is turning into a busy Fall, which I only noticed in the trees today because, well, I'm busy. Other than that, nothing to report.

Oh and there are 52 days left till the election. For the first time during my adulthood, it feels like time is standing still.