`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll, “Jabberwocky” from “Through the Looking Glass”
All sorts of beasts cross our back yard, day and night…
(in the daytime, mostly cats; at night [click]…)
What's going on in the Christie family