I heard a familiar noise from the library this morning. When I went to check, I found Whitey happily attacking his old friend, the turboball.
|The Quiet Hunter attacks|
A few minutes after this picture was taken, Whitey was quietly sitting to the left of the turbo ring. Oscar came up along the right side and gave the ball a tentative poke. It started to roll, but Whitey stopped it and glared at Oscar. "My ball! You can't have it!"