Always on the inside looking out. As you appear to be having a ball on the front porch, do you realize how this confinement tortures me so? Is that why you celebrate? It is inconceivable for me to grasp how you can have any fun without me. Look at me. Face pressed to the glass with no idea how this distorts my features. I'm slandering your name one minute, only to bat my eyelashes invitingly the next. It's actually not so bad to have this protective glass barrier between us. I'm in virtually no danger of getting objects flung at me, or getting pushed over.

I know these were taken in June, but July's a time for little celebrations involving certain cutie-pies and riverbeds.