Making the usual contribution to the household:

What a contented brace of conies.
Full-length "butcher shop window" pose.

Mercedes loves this cool & safe shelf with direct access to behind the sofa should any loud noises occur. Note the barely raised ear, ever so slightly acknowledging my presence near her lair.

"Sam, is this your half-eaten apple?"

It wasn't Sam's half-eaten apple.

The scene of the crime. (Note previously tidy table now in disarray.)

The victim.

The perpetrator.

The thief red-pawed.

Trying to get at my oatmeal on a separate occasion. Because it had chopped apple in it.

What a bad bunny.

Maybe he's a shinigami. Did you know Shinigamis only eat apples?

Toi, toi, toi!

Well, Sam's operatic debut has come and gone. But, not without some photographic evidence.

For those of you who hadn't already heard, Sam partook in this year's Fort Worth opera festival as a supernumerary (that means extra) in Bizet's Carmen. I like to think of his role as "matador #4". He was onstage for approximately 5 minutes in a very elaborate costume complete with hot pink tights (knee socks really, but the trousers he wore with them were knee length). He did a great job with the machismo. And he learned how to put on makeup, among other things. I gave his performance an A+. He really carried the show.

Behold, matador #4.

Sam with matadors 1, 2 & 3.

Backstage good-times.

Last night Sam went to see Cinderella, one of the other operas running during the festival. I was unable to go, and we had this conversation earlier in the day:

Sam: Maybe I'll call Michael and see if he wants to experience the opera. You know, like on a man-date.

Me: What would your gay theater pals think of that?

Sam: I don't think anyone could possibly mistake me or Michael for being gay.

Me: True.

Sam: They would just say, "Oh look, its 2 WASPS on a man-date to the opera. Now I have seen everything."