Bye, Burt. Cannonball Run and Smokey and the Bandit always made sense at our house.
Admittedly it’s been kind of a slow week ,but I’m okay with that. It does however, leave me looking, rather desperately, for the next post or photograph. Yesterday evening Miles was dramatically back-lit by the sun coming through the front window. He was elegantly sprawled in a very manly, confident pose much like the 1972 Burt Reynolds Cosmo centerfold shoot. (FYI: I was not even born yet, but somehow that image has been burned into my brain. I suspect that Smokey and the Bandit as well as Cannonball Run are at fault.)
Seriously, this cat has it going on. He projects Barry White music, sometimes a little Marvin Gaye, constantly. I don’t know how Birdie, Sookie, and Olivia can keep their paws off him. Hoping to capture this panther-esque moment, I grabbed my camera, framed the shot, then sadly watched as Olivia photo bombed the whole thing.
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