Max and Puck are officially adults, having reached their 3 year mark on Valentine’s Day. Hmmm, perhaps I should have posted a birthday cake in their honor. Or made one made with tuna?
It seems no matter how old they are, when it’s time to snuggle up for a nap, they look to each other for comfort and warmth. With Max’s girth and Puck’s fluff, there is plenty to go around.
The wind was blowing rather hard this day, so maybe something more than companionship was at work as well. The Tribe does get skittish when the house moans. Not-so-little Phred had burrowed under the comforter, so he was roasty toasty as well.