I call him Fig, but I don't know why. Except for his poor right eye, he seems to have put on weight since he started hanging around.
There he is hiding under the truck back in April.
This is Roy Orbison singing
Me driving toward San Francisco over the Golden Gate Bridge.
And
And now this blog post is o-v-e-r.
Fig, distant relative of Miller, perhaps? ~JF
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