I thought I would share a series of Poe photos taken just this morning. There has not yet been enough caffeine in my morning to make the analogy between Poe/tennis balls and Ann/yarn. It’s there though.
So, as you may or may not know Mr. Poe is addicted to tennis balls. My mother-in-law feeds his habit by bringing over the ‘duds’ from her tennis league.
This is how it goes …… Poe has tennis balls. Lots of tennis balls. He develops brief yet intense passions for particular tennis balls. Only he can differentiate between them. He will attach himself to one tennis ball and carry it with him through the day and even weeks. No one knows what happens – perhaps they get too stinky for even him to abide. Or maybe they lose their bounce. Or maybe they aren’t fuzzy enough anymore Once he is through with them, that’s it. It’s over and he turns his back. Poe is a cruel, cruel lover.
*I have not forgotten your daily pig ….. I need to get outside with the camera!