Cutting through an alley in Flagstaff on our way to an art festival yesterday, we walked past the above door. Carter says “Look momma, a cat!”
“Ahhh,” I replied, already missing our cats even though we just left the house this morning.
“Momma! Don’t ‘ahhh’ vandalism!” The horror in Carter’s voice dripping off each word.
In my defense, he was the one that pointed it out.
Shoes On The Wrong Feet 
I had the most delicious mule I’ve ever tasted in Flagstaff. Made with prickly pear vodka that I can’t find up here…. 😫
I would’ve totally said “Ahhh,” though the kitty looks a little sad. 😦