Tonight while putting Cholita to bed, I noticed we were not alone.
Love was in the air.
And on the windowsill.
The penguin wore argyle and the cat sported a sequined collar.
Mr. Penguin's trying to lose a few pounds, so he ordered the lettuce.
On the other windowsill sat a blue jay and I believe a dog of some sort.
All the trendy restaurants now are serving Cheez Whiz.
On the bookshelf, a lamb with a lovely hair adornment
sat prim and proper while her date, the fox, whispered sweet nothings.
Her Dad doesn't trust him. (He's waiting up.)
They ordered the mayonnaise.
On the bed, a chihuahua and a frog
locked eyes over a piece of toast.
There's some serious chemistry going on here.
I felt like I was intruding.
In the closet, a platypus worried she was overdressed
while her date, the dachshund, found her a bit forward.
They were still waiting to be served.
And on the floor, this handsome couple celebrated
their love over swiss cheese.
The monkey was adorned in a crocheted skirt, revealing halter top, necklace, and veil.
Evidently she had just married the polar bear.
And was eager for some alone time.
Cholita scares us more than a little.